Wisteria hangs cloud trees, and flower vines are suitable for spring. The dense leaves hide the singing birds, and the fragrant and romantic beauties.
Everyone knows that the Prime Minister's Mansion is a wonderful sight, with wisteria and pines attached to it. The century-old pines are filled with purple air, and every late spring, they are so beautiful.
People say that the flower language of wisteria is the lingering love and longing for Yiyi. The wisteria with its branches and branches must have sent someone's thoughts to become so lush.
The vines are enchanting and cannot live alone. "I am like a silk rose, and I would like to be entrusted with a tree." Have you ever thought about Qiao Mu's final fate of being hanged.
"Man'er, Man'er." You smiled as bright as a flower, looking at me with a face full of happiness. Why is your smile always so beautiful, but I never knew what was hidden behind it. What exactly did you experience during the days when we couldn't be together? The chains of fate have bound you and me together from the beginning.
The black silk is like ink. At that time, I used a branch I picked casually to exchange for your loving treatment. The staggered encounters, the twists and turns of fate, you and I are powerless to change, the snow-like face, the pure smile, turned into an evil Shura ghost in an instant, the smile was evil, the smile was crazy, you strangled my neck, and your eyes were full of blood. Who can tell who betrayed whom?
Elegant, gentle, and a humble gentleman, I only see the stern face behind your spring-breathing smile. When we first met, you were covered in blood and I almost died. When we met again, I saw the blood of my closest relatives splattered all over the door. When we met again, I had fallen into the blood-colored Shura. Why is every meeting filled with blood and pain. It's better not to meet, it's better not to know each other.
I thought that even if everything would change, only you would not change. Alone, I believed in you and respected you, just like a lonely soul falling into the water and seeing you as a driftwood in the water. You helped me clear up the clouds step by step, but you also pushed me step by step into despair and collapse.