The first time she saw him, he was like a flower falling on a rainy night,
The second time she saw him, he was like a peach blossom, gently reminiscing about the past.
The third time she saw him, he looked at her from a distance like haze.
The fourth time she saw him, he was like a star, smiling.
The fifth time she saw him, he was like a demon, looking down from a high platform...
On the road to the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, in the beautiful night of southern Fujian, in the wind and rain of foreign wars...
Perhaps, there is always something that will grow on the road of life, like fog, blocking the eyes that look out;
It's like snow, it's short-lived, but it rules a person's life.
May lovers - love each other and stay together. We are of the same mind and on the same road.
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