Ask for a Tibetan poem in which Ma Xiaoming always smiles.

Gray poplars stand by the road.

Chopin is plain in appearance.

The song played a fragrance that subverted the world.

Smile like a flower, never forget it in this life.

Word of mouth, depraved and wild.

I often hear people talk about the treasure of happiness.

Start to have your charming smile

Xue, please adopt the original!