Rui and Yan love Tibetan poetry.

Flowers are silent, everything is spring!

Hong, Bi, Four Seasons Life and Death * * *!

The bell rings and the words are crisp, as dull as the evening breeze!

Crisp hands, quiet words, beauty laughs at this life!

-flower heart, quietly say nothing, all this friendship is in spring!

-green grass, red flowers, born in spring and died in autumn all year round!

-The wind chimes shake clearly in the evening breeze. This kind of life is "the years are quiet."

-Your little hands are red and crisp, and you speak softly. If you can get such a woman, what else can you ask for? Only a proud smile in this life!