When the window is decorated with clouds, Mulan is the one who dares to wear red makeup on the blue sky. Her name is Taohua.
Nightcrawler's footsteps stopped, he felt the warmth of magnetism, and he was full of affection.
The leisurely sunshine glides gently on the river bank.
What a wonderful feeling,
A peach blossom red note, wonderful hand rejuvenation.
Is the spring breeze in March leading you forward?
Find your address in the drizzle in March, and feel at home everywhere.
Loneliness in glory, chasing fire while walking.
People who look at flowers are not attached to red leaves and green flowers, but lament the years that have passed in the streamer.
What I see in the flowers is my past in this world.
The whole truth
Flower chaos, red chaos, rain chaos. The rain stopped the flowers.
There was a long shepherd's flute in the distance. A ship without a berth, years have changed its appearance.
The petals of fallen flowers count his return date.
There is an immortal wildness burning in her blood, and the wind in Shan Ye blows her heart to cross-country.
All this comes from the tenacious redemption of life again and again, and from the humble life again and again.
Drain his blood drop by drop.
Peach Blossom Fan
Her beauty alone is unlucky.
I believe that Daiyu didn't bury the peach blossom. She buried herself, and so did Li.
Peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze, and tears are human nature.
A small red fan has been swaying on the surface of Qinhuai River for thousands of years.
Turn into a peach blossom.
Flowers, flowers have no bones.
Pure pink petals are extremely dangerous,
Flowers are sad, but flowers are sad. There will always be people who can't escape the spell of peach blossom.
A fan, a winding bridge, a beacon tower without a beacon tower,
Who is immediately horizontal knife, who is charming.
Taohuayin
Red, pale, misty rain all the way; Fragrance, decline, the past with the wind.
Thunder comes from the north and warmth comes from the south. Both rigidity and softness, two personalities.
Like an actor, he only interprets his own story, and his lines only tell his own feelings.
A peach blossom is like this, a peach tree is like this, and so is a peach forest.
Simple and pure ordinary powder.
Smile at a flower and applaud a flower.
I forgot all your hints, but I imagined sadness, bitterness, hesitation, helplessness and giving up real happiness.
We don't need the same ending, we have the same beginning.
Then, we turn our backs on each other.
Walking is a painful word, and you can't turn back.