The autumn wind stirred up golden waves and carried out a vigorous expulsion, burying the summer in the swamp, and then covering it with thick reeds to cover up the series of footprints.
There was a child in the corner, cowering and looking up at the night sky, with flickering lights in his eyes.
She once passed by a courtyard where the fallen cherry blossoms were in full bloom, turning the March sky pink.
A late plum tree in the middle of the courtyard looks particularly lonely;
She thought that she owed her some snow this spring...
Mission: Fate is wonderful, learn to cherish it
