In the early spring of the fifth year of Feng Yuan, it rained for several days.
Lu Yang was dressed in plain clothes and white clothes, holding his cheek in his hand, quietly admiring the rain scene across the river.
He held an umbrella under the snow-white pear blossoms, and the rain curtain blocked her sight.
In the late winter of the ninth year of Feng Yuan, heavy snow fell for several months.
Pei Jian, dressed in green snow fur, with arms folded and frowning, standing under the white plum tree, is unforgettable.
She looked around and saw the snow falling from the sky, and the frost and snow confused his eyes.
When the pear blossoms fall to the end, fate is like the passing water, never to come again.
After we parted ways, my love was like the magnolia in late winter, quietly blooming with fragrance.
Purpose: Bravely pursue freedom