Hualong Network May 18, 09:01 News The annual rings of time alternate and change in the change of seasons. Leaning lightly in front of the window, watching the moonlight outside the window, always in every gap. Swifts in the forest, lightly through the willow curtain, stretching out the colorful feathers, with the sweet fragrance of longing, lingering in a curtain of smoke and rain, in a petal of red incense, intoxicated in a bend of moonlight, flying in a wisp of fresh wind.
In the depths of the smoke and rain, the wind rose and shook off a place of acacia. Who, on the banks of the river in the past life, made a promise in this life; who, on the wind and rain bridge, clings to that slight touch of nostalgia. When love goes deep, how many strands of love are entangled in the heart; when the love is strong, how many words are dyed into psalms. The ice flowers that will be missed, the petals that have dried into the flow of years, the beautiful love will be soft and intoxicated, and the heart will be softened.