From a distance, I saw a young man in white standing under the gallery. On his left and right were February green bamboos. The bamboo leaves were stained with the wet rain from last night. It had been drizzling for several days. At this time, the sun rose. The fog had not yet dispersed, and the man's face was looming, making it difficult to see clearly. However, her figure is slender, which makes people feel weak, and they feel a little pity for no reason.
As he got closer, he could really see the young man's face clearly.
It was a face as white as hibiscus, with delicate features and a calm expression. Like pear blossoms after the rain, a green pine in the white snow composes the mountains and rivers between the eyebrows. There are hills and valleys in my heart, and my eyebrows are like mountains and rivers. These are the only words left in my heart.
Intention: Things in the world are complicated, but I am the same as you.