The drizzle outside the curtain of Not You wet the leisure of passers-by. In the smoke outside the rain, you are Jasper, not contaminated with any worldly dust, but smiling in the light smoke. In retrospect, I'm not as shy as you. I was trapped by the autumn rain outside the window ... I think you must be under the Su Bridge, stroking the blue waves under the boat, and the spray made you laugh wildly. I am on the bridge, infatuated with the whole teenager. ......
My level is limited, and I can only write such scribbled poems.