Pangu created the world, Nuwa created people and things, and the world is full of infinite vitality. After hundreds of generations, places with human beings are called rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there will be love and hatred. Someone once sighed, the sun is morning, the moon is evening, you have vines, I am peach blossoms, who is drunk with wine, who is looking at the moon, it is best not to meet each other for the first time in life, so as not to fall in love with each other, but if you are like a March flower, I will miss you all my life. When you and I are in our twilight years, we sit leisurely in the courtyard, listening to the sound of rain, watching the shadow of the moon with dense stars and sparse stars, and remembering the half-life of flowers blooming and falling. When you paint the past, I paint the past. I hope that there will be years to look back and grow old together with deep love.
Intention: When you and I are in our twilight years, we sit leisurely in the courtyard, listening to the sound of rain, the stars dense and sparse, admiring the shadow of the moon, and the flowers blooming and falling, recalling half a lifetime. When you paint the past, I paint the past. I hope that there will be years to look back and grow old together with deep love.