[YWW.ME] 2024.08.02 The little Su Su born in the rain outside the apricot blossom

The nightingale quietly flies close to the boat, whispering to the sound of the oars, and the willow branches are green on the misty waves. The spring scenery around the embankment, the old book is turned into an ordinary tune, and the Wuyue song is vaguely heard across the river, with repeated laughter and tears, and separations and reunions.