He walked hand in hand with her on the Ba Bridge and the Chang'an Embankment, one step at a time. Liu Qingqing looked up at him, but he turned his head, his eyes were shining with stars, and his eyes were flowing, as if this was the case in his life.
She stood up and whispered, "The white snow is like the snow on the pine trees." He held her hand, turned around and looked at her, speaking every word, his voice was as gentle as a clear spring. Marrying a wife is as gentle as a willow tree.
Concept: Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, rainy night in the rivers and lakes, ten years of light