The poppies are blooming, and the spring breeze of the coming year brings vitality to the Cuihua Mountain. The mountain is green, and the top of the mountain is dazzling red.
Many years later, who would have thought that in this place where poppies bloomed, there had been such a touching and pathos story, which would have gone away with time amid the flowers blooming and falling, the ebb and flow, to the end.
Conception: