Poems on March 1 ST

With all due respect, this is not a poem. There are several ghostwriters in the book, which reminds me: March 1, smoke flies and grass grows, an autumn we never met, but now it is a day when teenagers work hard, and I only hope for the clouds. The penultimate word is too powerful to be sure whether it is far or far. It is estimated that the first two sentences were compiled after Vae listened to Luzhou. Generally speaking, it is that you have known each other for an autumn, but you have not been able to have sex with you. Now is the time for you to work hard. I don't have the heart to bother you, but I just want to endure watching you from afar every day.