"When I think of so many little girls coming after you, I want to sit on the ground and roll around. Why are they trying to snatch you from me? They definitely don't like you as much as I do." "Fool, my most beloved fool, I already have my own gentleness, why do I still like them." Since their youth cannot be retained, then write a book and let more people know the stories of that group of people. (PS: This is a trap. I am saving the article, so please lock it up first.)