Master, come and help me keep Tibetan poems. I want to get a high score, so I can add it.

I have a soft spot for Liu Fulang.

Love your heart forever.

Endless and profound

Miss autumn and spring several times.

I would rather hold hands than fly.

Looking at each other from generation to generation

Never leave Lian Bingdi.

Regret will never hurt sweetness.

General eight-line rhyme, can you modify it a little ~