It Turns Out That the Wind Can Also Cry

When the last maple leaf on the tree crossed the sky, the cuckoo held Runheng's hand, penetrated the maple in the red dusk, stepped on the crimson ground, and gently leaned on the other person's soft back. These dead branches gradually changed, changed, and changed in their eyes... The fire-like maple forest burns in the clear eyes of the cuckoo: the sunlight shines in the shade of the trees one by one, colorful and lovely. Holding Runheng's strong waist, she becomes more and more like a bird, and her heart is as soft and calm as water. Gently touching his face that represents the entire universe, she feels that the heaven and earth are already possessed, and all things belong to nature. Nature has been created just for her, and her smile overflows with incomparable warmth and happiness. In this almost perfect picture, a jet-black crow squatted on the branch above their heads, staring ferociously at the sacred soil. The two pure lakes of Runheng are filled with joy: under the blue sky, the bicycle carries two hot hearts. The breeze blows on the face, and the flowing hair is permeated with a light fragrance. The flowers on the roadside run back leisurely, and her hands are slender and long, resting on them. My waist is peaceful and pleasant. This is love, simply integrated with every free molecule in the air... The quiet sound of the flute sounded in the distance, drifting into their ears, with infinite desolation, piercing the sky and shattering this charming atmosphere. No matter how beautiful a painting is, there will always be flaws. Love is among them. The love between Guo Runheng and Huang Dujuan echoes in an indescribable sound garden from beginning to end, but I don't know where it comes from...