It's sunny and snowy in winter, where in the world are there not flying flowers? Manxue, Manxue, aren't you my world?
Everything is due to a period of pathos and lingering flowers flying in the winter.
Manxue... Just for your smile, I will hold the world at your feet.
It started with a boy's promise.
On a spring day when willows and catkins were flying, he led his donkey to Luo'an.
The young man has clear features, a piece of pale blue cloth is loosely wrapped around his neck, and the hemp rope used to lead the donkey is wrapped around his slender arms. He is playing the wooden flute with both hands, and the music is playing softly.
Meet him.
A unique and unique small building in the water town, a flower bed covered with green vines stretches out in the air, and is enveloped in green smoke by the ancient willows on the side. Wearing an ink-colored shirt, he sat calmly on the fence of the flower bed, bathed in the spring rain, holding a long unfolded scroll in his hand, looking past the hundreds of onlookers downstairs, and looked at the young man under the willow, smiling in the misty rain.
Also met him.
She is dressed in sandalwood brocade that is made of gold every inch, and is covered with a scarlet gauze garment with peach petals embroidered with gold thread.
A peach-colored ribbon tied up her long hair, and the tail of the ribbon was decorated with an emerald as red as pigeon's blood.
He raised the corners of his lips, and the bright eyes hidden under his hair seemed to be looking at him, but they didn't seem to be looking at him. The evening breeze blew his robe, burning like a dark flame in the night.
My name is Yang Ming, which means famous all over the world.
Yangliu, my name is Yangliu, the willow of Qingliu.
I don't want the world, I just want this palliu flower...
The most beautiful thing about spring is that it is better than smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.