Turning hands into rain and flowers

There are such people in this world.

He wants you to be better, but not better than him -- because that's how the relationship can continue.

Only on this basis can he retain his pride, and as a wise man, he can better drive and enslave you.

And you just surrender.

This kind of predation by the weak is not only among animals, it is also especially common among relatives.

When you are lamenting the spring flowers and autumn moon, the water droplets falling down in this world are working hard-trying to drill a hole in the rock so that it can keep its feet on the ground.

The sunshine outside the window is gorgeous, but it is not brilliant here.

This reminds me of the chords that I was thinking about in my head last night. The voice is solemn and sad. I wonder if there will be more joy in this world at that time?

The flowers, leaves and grass trees outside Sichuan also have spring, but it doesn't match my season, so I can't talk about it.

We all have our own world, but we are in different seasons when we meet.

Only when I love you too much do I annihilate my seasons and tune into yours.

Otherwise, we just meet, but we are still living our own seasons.