Love is the beginning of heaven and earth, love is the vicissitudes of life. Love is the flower blooming, love is the result, love is the source of everything.
Love is when you first come to the world and hear the sound of flowers blooming. Love is when you see the footsteps of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Love is for the person you care about.
Xianwu, I think I know what love is!
Lingxi walked to the window and watched the rising sun slowly rising. The warm sunshine was shining on her body. She stretched out a hand and could hold this warmth in her palm.
Xianwu, would you like to accompany me to see the footsteps of the four seasons, to listen to the sound of falling flowers and running water, to taste the ups and downs of the world, to touch the rugged earth, and to walk the road that my mother once walked...