Chi Zhao VS Song Yu
The hustle and bustle of summer has exhausted the charm of spring, but I am still trapped in the spring rain under your eyes
Dear s:
I don't know how to write about you. You are the charming spring, and I am a poet indulging in it.
I painted you within a few inches, but you broke free from the shackles of the paper and bloomed flowers beside my eyebrows.
What I love is never the pages full of brocades, but your exuberance
Dear C:
I want to write about our first encounter or the twists and turns, but after much thought, I still find it difficult to write.
The radio happened to be playing a poem by Gu Qiaosheng, so I will borrow his poem to tell you.
I love you, regardless of whether you are a galaxy or a poem. I love you, regardless of whether you are snow or spring.
Intention: I don't know where the love comes from, but it goes deeper and deeper