Koike
The sound of the spring is dancing with the sheng, and the stream is flowing slowly in the evening.
The shade of the tree shines on the water and the love is clear and soft.
The little lotus has just revealed its sharp corners,
A green pavilion has been erected on it for a long time.
This is a poem connected by their names. The so-called forgetting love is just a more secular force. Some people say that people who love each other can last a lifetime. However, these words are too heavy for Hua Xiaohe. No one in the world has so much power to like someone forever. Of course, they can't do it. The young man who spent his whole life pursuing, in the end only faded away in the passing flower season. There is a faint pink color on the fingertips under the warm sun. My dear, I didn't cry, I just shed tears.