Stupid opening poem

During my trip to Huanhua Village, the flowers and trees in Ai Shan were silly, so I had fun and cleaned up the melons. I want to copy poems for my people, Kerry, Tian and Xie.

My generation loves the beautiful scenery, has a leisurely mood, cares for each other, and is better than Du Ruofang, Zhou and Long.

I really love my son first, then the people. Snow-white and silly, autumn wind comes to Du Houshi, and talented people come forth in large numbers. Yi Shi is quite far from Zhang Huatai.

I love Chun 'an, and I love Yue. It's never too early for a master to be a fool and be familiar with the flowers and melons on the branches. Du Zi loves everything, and he will hope that the treasures of the world are transcendent and trustworthy.

I was born in ancient style, and I love my son. I am stupid and rich, melon and grass, and I am alone and green. Du Laoyan is sincere and resolute, and her luminous crystal is far away.