Seriously: Before he was fourteen years old, Li Changan felt that the most beautiful thing about Chang'an was the peach blossoms blooming on the trees by the lake. Later, Li Changan stood under the long branches of green willows, and the poplar flowers looked like falling snow.
It looks like a flower, but it doesn't look like a flower anymore. It abandons its home and lives on the road. It is sentimental and ruthless, and no one cherishes it. The hibiscus beauty has naive eyes and cannot see three parts of spring, two parts of dust, and one part of flowing water. I don't hate that these flowers will fly away and turn into pieces, leaving people with tears.
If it lasts for a long time, it would be better if the spring feeling is a little lighter.
Huantuo: Everyone knows that the old prince prefers the most beautiful flower in Chang'an City when he is young.
Yuan Guan: It's better to enjoy beautiful flowers alone than to enjoy them in public
Li Changan rolled his eyes again and again.
Yuan Guan's smile got deeper and deeper: Sir, walk slowly, Chang'an Road is very steep.