Chapter 30 memory

The New Year is waiting outside the window, a scent of incense, Half of the red flowers have just been released on the branches. heart is turning, you once said A few words, hovering like white doves. I never forgot, nor can I forget That day the sky was clear and blue, The sun is a little warmer, shining obliquely on Every treetop is like a phoenix. It's you who's smiling, looking up, How many brave words that day, you and me All said and done—like a kite Xiang Lanqiong, relying on a ray of strength.