In spring, I can always think of your piano sound.
In summer, I can always think of the fireworks in Qinling.
In autumn, I can always think of the yellow leaves in the yard.
Winter is here, and I'm still looking for the beauty of the four seasons for you.
Mo Si, let me be your eyes, let's embark on a journey together, and use our limited life to find infinite happiness...
Intention: Changan got into the car with his luggage on his back, touching the fiery red robe in his hand, and humming the tune that looked ordinary but was full of emotions.