Aesthetic poetry is self-created.

It's raining outside the window, and my heart is in a mess.

Childhood sweethearts guess a flawless pot of hot tea.

If I leave, it would be foolish to leave my heart behind.

When will overseas pagoda visitors return to China?

Black brocade box, you left a lovesick note.

The silence of the pen is endless prosperity.

Uncover the scars of fate but kill peach blossoms.

Tears * * * screamed at the top of countless heroes buried sand.

How to let go of grievances

How many changes will there be in the future? Watch the red beans sprout.

Firm but gentle winding silk yarn to avoid countless enemies.

Through the silence and noise, I will accompany you to the end of the world.

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