The confused heartbeat, the ambiguous first love, the first love slowly flows through the throat like jelly, penetrating through the layers of taboos, and in the end only the original nostalgia is left.
Qingqing Zijin, my heart is leisurely. Even if I don't go there, will Zi Ning have no heir? Qingqingzi wears a hat, and I think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come? Picking up and reaching, it's in the city gate. Not seeing you for one day is like March!
"The Book of Songs·Zheng Feng·Zijin"
Intention:
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking