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The flowers in the forest withered in spring, too hastily. Helplessly, the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.
Rouge tears leave people drunk, no matter how long they last. Naturally, life grows and hates water.
The pears are white and the flowers are falling cold - the first time he saw her, it was the day when the pear blossoms were wet with drizzle in the middle of the spring break. That day, the wind was gentle after the rain. As he passed by the garden, he accidentally pushed open the old red door, and saw what he had seen all his life. It is an unforgettable scenery. She is dressed in white, standing under the pear tree, pears falling on her shoulders. She looks back and smiles, and the whole garden is eclipsed. She is like this white pear blossom. The white brocade has no lines and is fragrant. The jade trees and peaches are piled with snow. One glance can lead to a lifetime of misunderstandings.
Su Xin Wan Feng Yan - If love could come back, what would we do? She and he were supposed to be a couple that everyone envied, but unexpectedly, the wedding went wrong, and his father caused her family to be ruined, and the wedding hall was stained with blood. Seeing the shock and collapse in her eyes, he couldn't say a word. Although he really wanted to marry her, and although he had no knowledge before, it was indeed his father who did it. In the face of the facts, any words are pale and powerless. She, who had always been elegant but strong at heart, jumped off the cliff in front of him, and he couldn't catch her.
A gentle breeze makes the evening fragrance warm - the jade pistils suddenly open in a wide courtyard and are clean, a gentle breeze makes the evening fragrance warm. He had a fiancée, and she knew it from the first time he came here. He didn't hide it at all. He was always honest with her, or rather he didn't bother to hide it. He had always been free and easy, but he cared about her and couldn't bear the slightest bit. This careless life became splendid because of his sudden intrusion. She knew she couldn't keep him, but it was just a beauty, and she could forget it when she turned around. She...
A tree of Xinyi bloomed - her father said that when she was born, the magnolia was in full bloom in the courtyard, and the delicate and translucent petals rustled down. The ground was paved with a layer of purple jade, and the quiet and faint fragrance was scattered in every corner of the courtyard. The wind blew through the window, and on the desk, there was a poem by Mojie: "The hibiscus flower is at the end of the wood, and the red stamens are in the mountains." There is no one in the stream. They open and close one after another. Immediately, he named her Xin Yi.
Yutang's rouge is transparent - Begonia does not hesitate to be rouge, independent in the misty rain. The first time he took a serious look at her, this poem came to mind. Well, she lives up to her name. On weekdays, they mostly passed her by, but never took a closer look at her. She was delicate and frail, with a pitifully weak sense of existence. She always lowered her head and immersed herself in her own world. However, she was so quiet and reserved, but when everyone was doubting and talking about him, she stubbornly argued with others until her face turned red. He was always domineering and bad, but at that moment he seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming, oh, it turned out to be a small begonia.
Yingying Jasmine Fragrance - When you first meet her, the first thing you see is her jade-white face and her clean and moist temperament. Yingying is pure and mellow. When she looks at you, it feels like a cool summer day, refreshing. One day, after Tong Mo returned to the office after class, she found a small piece of pink paper embossed with jasmine flowers in the drawer. There were only a few words on it, but it was actually a very straightforward sentence: White tea is a pleasure, nothing else, I am waiting for the wind to wait for you.
Ps: Six short stories, the stories are not long, life is short, I hope everyone in the world will eventually get married.
Intention: love
