Someone told me a story about a girl who was born when the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed. It is impossible to tell whether it is true or not. I could only vaguely see the cuteness of a girl.
It was a very distant era, and scholars could only support one or two people in their family. The farmers complained so much that many men could not hold their heads up for fear of being arrested by officers and soldiers and used as soldiers. But there are always some people who like to look up at the sky and look at life optimistically. Even when fear and sadness come, they can get through everything with their chests high. Life is full of turmoil, but there are always people who live through spring, summer, autumn and winter because of love.
Concept: Love is always beautiful and sweet