A poem seeking sorrow and forgetting, preferably a poem with a name, I am a girl, my name is Liang Xin, and the man's name is Luo Kuncheng, preferably a Tibetan poem, probably.

Accept the fact happily.

Tears are still on the skirt.

Outside the Palace of Kunning is a cold palace.

Chengcheng Shanghai Beach Bielian

This situation has been waiting to be recalled.

Love is deep and shallow.

On the length of success or failure

Dream-chasing songs will eventually be exhausted.

Remember the selfless demands of China's children.