He is separated from Xiaomi. He is a seedling of Xiaomi. The line is decadent and the center is shaken. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. Oh, my God, who is this?
Millet is separated, and the ears of millet are separated. Walking is decadent and the center is drunk. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. Oh, my God, who is this?
The separation of millet is the reality of millet. Walking decadent, center suffocation. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. Oh, my God, who is this?
I turn my heart to the bright moon, which shines on the ditch.
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
Without a sound, the spring curtain in March can't be lifted.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
-Zheng Chouyu's "mistake"