She is light and soft, free and easy, cautious, they are all her. She is like a gust of snow blowing into the room in midsummer and melting on my face.
The lotus trapped in the mud is frozen in the spring breeze.
Awakened by summer snow, flowers grow in winter.
I blew the desert wind and smelled the fragrance of lotus flowers.
The poplar trees have grown yellow hair, falling to the ground and their blood blending into the desert, turning into an oasis.
Ps:
1. The copywriting is in the first person, but the main text is in the third person.
2. If both parties are not clean, one party will be reconciled and divorced.
Purpose: Freedom needs to be found by oneself