They were not meant to be together, but because of a meeting when the flowers were blooming, the tip of the pen dropped the ink, and wrote "Red beans grow in the south, and a few branches will grow when spring comes. I hope you can pick more, this thing is the most lovesick", "Last year, today, in this door, the face of the peach blossoms reflected each other." "Red. People's faces don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze." The sadness or happiness in this book is all because of the blooming of flowers, but not because of the blooming of flowers. So I will write the pen and ink to write about lovesickness, and you only need to turn the pages of the book and wait for the flowers to bloom.
Intention: several longings, an infatuation