Because I am afraid of losing each other, I can only cherish it after forgiving. True feelings are not staying together after quarreling, not without heartache, but learning how to get along and depend on each other after heartache. Our hearts are only beautiful for a while, and we can't live without you forever. We can fondle our thoughts, watch withered stems and leaves, stand alone in the wind and let the scenery be lonely.
Appreciate the rime pine fluttering in the wind along the Tsing Yi River, just like a white-haired witch, flying in the breeze, looking at the snow bowl in the west, praying for good weather in the coming year, overlooking the snowy plateau and Mount Everest, with unlimited scenery. The Yarlung Zangbo River turns the sincerity of spring, summer and autumn into the best wishes, and flows to the north and south of the motherland, holding the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains and picking it one after another. Pick a shy red maple and give it to a sonorous chrysanthemum in Ao Shuang. May winter be warm, happy, happy and sweet, and all the best, bathed in bright sunshine. May the cause flourish, holding hands on the waterfront, brewing ancient poems, standing in the smoke of residual leaves, holding hands and looking at each other, facing the sunshine in the flowers of the years, with different kinds of red and unique flowers.
Autumn is deep, the withered flowers have faded their red makeup, the autumn water is silent and lonely, the ink stains a pool of ghosting, and the strings are cool. Yesterday's stunning city was placed in silence, and a lost fragrance precipitated glitz, temporarily hiding the silent seeds in the moss under the waves. When the ice and snow melt and meet again, on a pool of clear water, the white lotus blooms and then opens the pavilion.