>> "I only see one leaf of the foliage of the foliage of the tangerine tree, but I don't know how many sharp thorns it has, which makes it bear the name of thorns. When an orange tree grows in Huainan, it becomes an tangerine tree, and if it grows in the north of Huaihe River, it becomes a tangerine tree. In this case, I am not a tangerine tree, nor is she her."
>>"But what I'm looking for from beginning to end is Zhi, and you."
Ye Wanzhi thought that her life would always be numb and calm, as quiet as the orange tree at dusk, but the bright and hot temperature finally drew her closer.
Pei Zhaoye thought that his life would always be hazy, like the hustle and bustle of the city with lights, lights, and intoxicating neon lights, but the unique atmosphere finally drew him closer.
The burning tangerine tree illuminates the gloomy dusk. Wherever the wind passes, the ashes with residual warmth carry the strange medicinal aroma of the burnt tangerine fruit, spiraling up like snow flakes.
Bathed in lunar flames, the les bigaradiers stands—a silent witness to the eternal cycle of dusk and dawn."
Purpose: Find yourself