Ziying·Mingguang
Eyes condensing in autumn water and swords shooting stars
Cutting poems into bones and jade into gods
Guests in elegant white clothes in the clouds
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For whom life and death are thrown lightly
Lingsha·Pianpian
Holding hands to watch songs and knocking on golden hairpins
Laughing words fall into the eyes of bright eyes
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Suddenly the spring breeze is full of butterflies
Yan Jiao's cold mirror is thin and beautiful
Um~~The first poem is about men and the second poem is about women
The teacher you mentioned seems to be a woman