I love peaches so much.
I hate the coquettishness of the rose, the abruptness of the plum, the paleness of the chrysanthemum, and the pretentiousness of the lotus.
But I love peaches so much. That tree is enchanting, neither ostentatious nor kitsch. Its red color is so vivid and thrilling, as if only they can understand the miracle of life.
My name is Yaoyao. Others say that the origin of this name is unknown. Such a coquettish name is definitely not suitable for a noble person like me.
But I am so devoted to her, just like this peach.
With such a mocking attitude, he watched the surroundings with cold eyes, facing the moon and the moon, aloof from the world and independent.
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