Xiaocao wrote a poem of 100 words.

The autumn wind is rustling.

The grass bowed its head humbly.

A shriveled body

Never have the courage to look up at the towering trees again.

She is crying.

On this cold night

Tears soaked the soil under your feet.

Maybe this is her best destination.

Bury love and wait for the notes of spring.

She will be reborn in despair.

Witness eternity in samsara