Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Play meizhu. Meet for the first time.
Not shy, but naive. But before the wind rises, it will give off lining grease.
I am speechless at a recent glance. But I feel my eyebrows are together.
I don't know when to start worrying about work. Remember that the next flower bowed its head.
When I first met her, I was a naive girl. Her black hair is fluttering and her skin is fair and shiny. The last time we met, we were speechless for a while, just frowning slightly and being shy. I will never forget it. When I look back at the flowers, the most is the gentleness of that bow.
This word sounds attractive now, but it was really difficult when I was at school. I am deeply impressed by it because I make mistakes every time I write silently, and I have been punished by the teacher many times, and I still remember it vividly.