The cold wind has not gone away, and the peach blossoms bloom for the first time in early spring
Gently, he put on his robe and stopped under the peach blossom tree again, fearing to disturb the prosperity of the falling flowers.
A peach blossom floated in his cold palm, then floated to the earth and disappeared among the many petals.
He turned his head and smiled at the person behind him: "I can't recognize this flower after all. Do you know that the remaining cold is not the cold of spring, but the chill of the heart."
The prosperity is gone.
Intention: Hate will be overcome by love