Um, this article was written by a friend of mine, not me~
Her writing is so good, I couldn't help it, hehe.
When we were all very young, following the March spring breeze, we encountered a continuous rain of apricot blossoms on the willow bank of the Yanbo West Lake. Listening carefully, the wind blew through the green bamboos, and the slightest sound came from the depths of the alley. Each sound seemed to carry the unique jasmine fragrance of Jiangnan in the white-walled courtyard, which was wetted by the silk rain.
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