In the midsummer when he was seventeen years old, white clover covered the sky. He stood among them, enjoying the breeze, and met his clover. A year later, his clover held white clover. When the wind blew, the white petals floated to the sky, and the round seeds fell into the soil. In the end, Li Chou was confused and Li Ren suffered.
Intention: Wait for your own clover.