"I am an ordinary person!" He smiled, like the fireworks in March, beautiful and sad.
I laughed too, leaning against him without saying a word, and then watched his beautiful eyes begin to be hazy and misty like mist and rain in March...
The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the green lotus pond, the beauty of the imperial city, no one has failed anyone with his lofty sentiments and tenderness. No matter how many mountains and rivers are connected, they are just a drop in the ocean between the smile and guidance of that weak man...