In Jincheng in sunny March, Yang Yuxin was lying lazily on a wicker chair, with a book "The Biography of Emperor Taizong Li Shimin" shining on Yang Yuxin's face. She gently shook her fan, sniffing the fragrance of blooming flowers, and quietly greedy for the afternoon sunshine, but there was always a whisper in her ears, whether it was the wind that didn't understand the style, or the posture that disturbed her. Yang Yuxin took the book away from her face and lazily opened her eyes. It turned out that butterflies were dancing among the flowers. She closed her eyes and continued to bathe in the afternoon sunshine. Suddenly a drop of tears wetted Yang Yuxin's face. She opened her eyes and saw the butterfly running towards the flower. An inspiration came to her heart. She stood up and put the book on the desk and wrote: Lightly twisting a strand of love, the butterfly and the flower are in love, the butterfly is heartbroken for the flower, the flower is crying for the butterfly, the tenderness of the flower and butterfly leaves no regrets, there is no regret in the world, the butterfly and the flower are heartbroken...
Intention: Twisting a strand of love lightly, the butterfly and flower fall in love with the ink, the butterfly is heartbroken for the flower, the flower sheds tears for the butterfly, the tenderness of the flower and butterfly leaves no regrets, there will be no regrets in the world, the heart of the butterfly and the flower...