I Still Remember Riding a White Horse

The moment I folded the pear blossom. I look at the green buds on the branches. I count the crows in the blue sky. I still remember you riding a white horse. Once upon a time, there were two families. The younger sister was under the branches in the courtyard, and the younger brother was already handsome and handsome. Hua Qiqi frowned: I met you when I was twelve years old. He Qingzhe: Where is it? What is it like? Hua Qiqi: Backyard Dojo. You are riding a white horse and are dressed in white. He Qingzhe raised his eyebrows: Yes, handsome and handsome. And you? Hua Qiqi: A flower under the pear. .