His flowing long hair accentuated the tall and elegant figure. There was the same natural indifference in his words as before, and the cold moon in the Gobi still illuminated the loneliness and tenderness in his heart.
She held the fan, and her slender figure formed a painting with the colorful fallen flowers under the crabapple tree...
Under the crabapple tree, we are secretly determined for life. Time passes and things change. Don't dare to forget each other, live up to your promise, this invitation of life, can you wait for the new begonia flowers to bloom? Time has tears, and all responses will eventually have answers.
Intention: Some people appear in our lives without any expectation, but they bring endless light to a corner of the world. The surprise taints the memories. I often think that tossing and turning in the dark night, or uninterrupted lovesickness and hatred, is what love should be like. Reminiscent of peaches and yogurt, sinking in wakefulness and dreams, never thought of separation, but time was waving with tears. Walking through the plain forest, mist, rain, mountains, rivers and vegetation, I thought I had understood the world, it was ethereal and clear. But in the end, it can't match this sharp memory. Come to think of it, all of these are the alleys that we must pass through in life.