He is the sunshine in June, as warm as early summer. His love is like sunshine, passing through the whirling leaves and shining softly on the body.
She is a smart little monkey, and her whole life is like a fairy tale, where all kinds of gods, including cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, gather together and rejoice like a havoc in heaven.
What's rare is that he doesn't force her to become a virtuous and virtuous girlfriend, and she is happy to be her cave king.
They are like a Tai Chi diagram, interfering with each other.
They thought that they were just like what was said in the Book of Songs: The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to pick green plums.
Who knows, that bamboo horse is like a white colt, time has passed and circumstances have changed.
Raw love only has one chance to bloom. We used to clumsily interpret the purest feelings in our hearts in the crudest way.
The courage to not hit the wall or look back may no longer exist, so what we can do is to love you in the most simple way while we are still young.