All romances always have a bright beginning with a bright starry sky and a bright moon, but most of them end sadly with wind, rain and snowflakes fluttering.
When she opened her eyes from the chaos that day, she saw clusters of white flowers blooming all over the mountains and fields behind the man. The breeze blew through his hair, carrying petals that looked like snow. His slightly cold voice said to her with familiarity: "You wake up, let's go home."
That scene became the deepest obsession in her heart many years later.
People always have to forget their past and start the next journey again after crossing the Naihe Bridge. And the time she spent reaching that other shore in this life was actually a little short and a little frequent.
Three lives along the way, one memory becomes mourning.
In every memory, there was always that little white flower that bloomed quietly, and then formed a sea of flowers. Later she learned that this little white flower was called Tumi.
The flowers bloom and bloom, just like her love, you can't get it when you ask for it.
But that day, in the rain of flowers that filled the sky, the fragrance of tea flowers that brushed his nose became his delusion early in the morning.
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Recently, my desire to create has been strong, and after years of ravages, I feel that I am beginning to develop into a verbose and troubled youth. Looking back at my articles, I feel that they are really hypocritical, so I have the idea of revising them. After that, I got out of control and finally started writing...
So, guys, I'm going to start revising again... I have to say that there have been a lot of changes in the content. I said before that the content hasn't changed much because I really don't have a clear understanding of myself.
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I watched it again, what a big deal