Lu Min, the young master, came back from abroad and passed by the garden. He met Qi Siyan who was pruning roses. The inexplicable heartbeat suddenly bloomed at that moment. He told Qi Siyan, who was mistaken for a gardener, but actually his little mother, that he would send several roses to his room every day! Chess moves in lockstep, pushing the boat forward and peeping at roses every day under the guise of a little gardener.
Dust to dust, dirt to dirt. Other people's things belong to others, and their own industries are their own.
The same is true of love, which is an absolutely private activity. No matter how overwhelming it is, it can neither be announced to the public nor shared with others.
In this respect, I am too greedy. There is always an abyss in my heart, which keeps splitting, digesting and devouring. Small favors can't fill it, nor can shallow likes, which leads to a bigger gap-unless you occupy all the love, you will never be able to fill it.
Because it is difficult to get satisfaction, we have to plant roses in secret places without authorization. Now it is close to growing up, covered with thorns, a tree full of flowers, endless, endless.
In a blink of an eye, summer is coming again. I am no longer afraid of losing and parting, and I am no longer envious of others having flowers. The resources of this tree are enough for a lifetime, but only for private use.