Wrapped up in contemplation, I can't help but sigh:
Roses have a stunning four-seat beauty, and countless people are fascinated by it. But she was sincere and natural, and loved with dignity. Live up to the time and live up to yourself, and live up to being loved and loved.
As it is written at the end of the novel: The sea of love is unpredictable, and the love can carry the boat, or it can overturn the boat, but who wants to be in a pool of stagnant water, never waves?