The time under the trickling water sometimes goes fast and sometimes slows down. It's like a hanging painting that is only sketched and not dyed.
Warm spring is warm and midsummer is dark.
Withered as cold as autumn, separated by curtains on winter nights.
The flying snow stopped in the pocket watch, freezing the past and present. She was embroidering a handkerchief beside the lamp, and the red beans looked like fresh life. She watched and learned at the same time, and the smile in her brows and eyes was like the brilliant red trees and the steaming clouds.
It's an imaginary background, please don't delve into it. I hope you all enjoy watching it.
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