The super sweet confession acrostic poem is as follows:
1. I want to complain but I don’t dare. I am happy for you to come and fight against the snow, and Huan Bo will share the chalcedony , if your heart is not enlightened in this life.
2. I rely on myself and look forward to traveling far away. I am so happy that I feel light and sad inexplicably. I am happy enough to rest alone and think about far away places. Your shadow floats in my heart like the wind.
3. I love climbing rocks and cliffs. I like to climb green mountains and cross meadows. I happily go deep into the jungle. Look at the stream in the distance.
4. I’m here to listen to the public opinion. I like it. Your appearance has not been wasted, and you are now lonely because of your joy. Why do you need to read the tomb?
5. I am deeply attached to my heart, I am in love with orioles and swallows are whispering, I sing joyful songs to accompany you at night, you dance gracefully and joyfully, I have traveled through thousands of rivers and waded in the world of mortals, sincerely and unintentionally hurting others, love and hate are all gathered together, you If a fairy descends into the mortal world.
6. How can I think of a beautiful woman traveling in the mortal world after being drunk with a thousand cups of sorrow because of this love. Looking at the wine while admiring the moon, my face is haggard, and my heart is broken and the wind is even more worrying. I left in tears when my wish was not fulfilled, but I couldn't care less if there was a netherworld below. The load-bearing work speaks of the vicissitudes of life, and the fragrance of Nuohua wine drifts into the autumn.
7. Love is free in three springs, and only two swallows play the piano. When you hear the music, you feel sad, and I am saddened by the rain that wets the spring silkworms. It is not the sky that has no eyes to complain about parting, but Evergreen has pity at this time. Fortunately, the silk is wrapped around the spring dawn, and the gentle breeze makes it warmer.
8. Just for the flowers to bloom, I hope the spring will last forever. For the warmth of the fragrant birds singing and the dancing phoenixes, you turn the misty rain into the confused river. Crossing the river of love again to find the past, there is true love floating on the water. If you focus on playing in the water, the water will flow away, but the eyes of the sky are ruthless and have not yet closed.