Exquisite scenery,
The sudden rain in late spring has just stopped, and the whole lawn has turned into a broken glass dream. The withered cherry blossoms cover the tips of the tender green grass, and the pink and white petals are soaked in the rain, curling up heavily into a ball, like the crushed moonlight. The accumulated water reflects the residual petals and the gray sky, and the cool-toned light and shadow twist and dissipate in the ripples. The wind swept across the wet branches, and a few hanging crabapples faintly red on the mud, like silent tears, which were so beautiful that they were thrilling that they were stained with sadness and melancholy.
