Shen Ying, who was born in February, likes spring the most, but why does spring come so slowly in the palace? ————————————————————————————————————————- The spring of the year when he met me, Grain Rain was approaching, and I asked him to go with me to enjoy the most famous peonies in Beijing. Unfortunately, it rained continuously in the spring that year, and the flowering period was too short. It failed before it bloomed, and there was not much good color left. I was unhappy, but he said calmly: "Why bother, just come and see the flowers next year." I said angrily: "Who knows who will accompany you to see the flowers next year?" Another spring, I died in front of him, closing my eyes and thinking about the last words: It was a prophecy, and I still couldn't wait for the flowers to bloom next year. "Every year during Grain Rain, I will go to the peony garden to wait for you to keep your appointment." "Really? I have long forgotten such old things."
Intention: Year after year, I just hope that people will be the same.