The moonlight is like water, pouring on a pear blossom, spinning and passing by, leaving melancholy and leaving sadly. The petals tremble, expressing joy and sorrow. For a moment, it was as white as frost and a little cold. Maybe it was tears, flowing across the face wantonly, dripping down, and one side was crystal clear. Deep in the eyes, there is no choice, even if the flower falls, it doesn't matter, this remaining flower can only shine through the wind and the moon. I don't need anyone to accompany me, I just hang out alone under the bright moon. It's not a preference, it's just too lonely, and this is the only scene that can complement this desolation.
White clothes are better than snow, let the evening wind blow and chill. The shadow of the moon is cast on the cliff, and the mottled tree shadows and pear blossoms fade against the wind.
The moonlight is too soft and the west wind rolls around the building. Who knows who has cried at night, and who has smiled sweetly but lamented the vicissitudes of life?
Turned around and left, too melancholy to express.
After being fragmented, is it still the same?
What kind of pain can make black hair instantly turn like snow and wash away all the beauty?
The past is gone with flying flowers and water, things have changed, but the flowers are still blooming, so brilliant, flying away in the wind, but every time the flowers fall, when the fallen flowers are colorful, there will be a lonely figure in the rain of fluttering pear blossoms, standing aloofly under the flowers, letting the dew on the fallen flowers wet the blue hair, staring at the ruins, silently sad.
Huaxia, I will wait for you forever...
The pear blossoms were floating like snow, with clusters of falling petals lightly imprinted with a line of footprints, as if they didn't want to disturb the tranquility of the morning.
Staring at the ruins, he turned away decisively, with a hint of sadness in his eyes that made the world feel sad.
Completely annihilated