A beautiful branch emerges from the clear water, painting you.
The brow color of the distant mountains dimmed for half of the autumn, and I painted you.
Friends in the old year in Jiangshan, holding the clay cup high, respecting you from afar.
Your eyes are clear, and a bowl of Ruoye Spring washes my heart and lungs.
Your smile is solemn and gentle, and I know how hard it is to endure the frost of the year.
In fact, love in this world can only be summed up in eight words, which means: I only love you at first sight, but I love you from the beginning.
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