In the eyes of everyone, the Huaci Tree is like the moonlight hanging on the branches. Since ancient times, it can be viewed from a distance but not played with.
But Lin Siye just didn't believe in evil. He just wanted to wear the stars and the moon and pluck off the moon.
But Lin Siye learned many years later that Hua Cishu had returned his feelings very early.
I've heard people say I'm the moon, but I don't like the name here. Rather than saying that I am the moon hanging high on the branches, it is better to say that I am the hazy moonlight under the moon, the moonlight that only wants to illuminate you.
The most unbearable thing is that the world can't keep it, the beautiful face is like the flower in the mirror and the tree
It was many years later that Lin Siye truly understood the meaning of the poem.
Intention: Bravely pursue everything you like