Lagerstroemia marginata

The sunset glow on the horizon is like a flame, a graceful skirt of a fairy and a wanderer of anxious to return.

Affection is a clear glass of wine, which is mellow because of years of experience; Affection is like a cup of tea, which is refreshing because of the care of heart fragrance; Affection is like the vast sea, because the mind is broad and boundless.

A mother's love is like a flaming sun, an oil lamp in the dark and a mountain stream. Little by little, the trickle merged into a gurgling stream, and little by little, care merged into a deep maternal love.

I can't help but think of the developers in Saibei, who are fighting in the wild world of ice and snow. They are like pine trees, autumn chrysanthemums and plum blossoms.