Floating orioles and dancing butterflies deceive each other, not taking the fragrance of flowers at the right time to tie the knot.
It won't bloom tomorrow and I will thank you today. The length of Jiachen is uneven.
Later, Jiang Chenyue never saw such a long spring again.
She always thought that there would be a sound when the cherry blossoms withered, like a scalpel cutting across the skin, like an alarm for an electrocardiogram to return to zero. But in fact, it just rotted quietly, like her gradually failing lungs, like the words "Don't go" that she could never say again.
Lu Qiying's paintings always have the same cherry blossoms blowing in the snow. What's blurred on the edge of the painting paper is not the paint, but the small light brown mole behind Shen Yue's ear that she has repeatedly traced.
Intention: To express the direct, pure and sincere feelings between two girls
