There is a beautiful sister downstairs in my house, and there is a couplet outside the door that reads "Spring mountains bring happy rain, and everything signs a new sleep."
The calligraphy is very beautiful, just like the person
I have remembered this word very clearly after countless trips up and down, but I still can't figure out who my love is in my heart with so many men and women coming and going around her.
It wasn't until later that I understood that she never said she loved her, but she spent the longest time with whom.
Intention: Love is never spoken, but quietly wraps you up