There Is a Path Through the Mountain of Books, Hard Work Is the Way

Actually.

The first time I saw you,

I always felt like I was coming down with a cold.

Only later did I understand.

The temperature of being in love with someone is exactly 38.6 degrees.

Actually.

Bai Mutou, I like you like the wind that traveled eight thousand miles.

Bai Mutou, I like you like the wind that traveled a hundred thousand miles.

That's another way of explaining a journey of a hundred and eight thousand miles.

You don't believe in love at first sight.

But I believe love grows with time.

Bai Muxi.

When other people like you,

I can still hold them back.

But when you like someone else,

what am I supposed to do?

The aurora loves the wood.

Just a few brief lines.

Please remember:

The mountain has its trees,

and I have you.

Theme: A touch of ancient style, science fiction, Chinese aesthetics