In January you haven't shown up yet, in February you're sleeping next door. It rained heavily in March, and roses were everywhere in April. We sat across from each other in May, as if in a dream, and June arrived just like this. In July, there is a mixture of joy and sorrow, and the waves of wheat roll along with the grassland to the end of the world. August is August, I keep my mouth shut in August, I am the water in the bottle, and you are the clouds in the sky. September and October are two eyes filled with the sea. You are on the sea and I am under the sea. November has not yet arrived. Through its window, I saw December, which was filled with heavy snow. I like this poem very much. Fu Yunzhi looked at Yu Qiao beside him. In January, you were lonely in your dreams. In February and March, you were nowhere to be seen. At the end of March, you were on the opposite side, looking up at the eighth floor, just in a daze. But I stood on the balcony and looked down at the seventh floor, watching my whole world. The first meeting in April played the serenade of love in my heart. In the early summer of May, you cried like a child in my arms. I wanted to tell you my feelings during the parting in June. Yu Qiao, Fu Yunzhi shouted, the sea breeze at 6:15 in the morning brushed his cheeks. ......... Um, Fu Yunzhi...... Yu Qiao clutched the corners of his coat, trying to give himself some courage. The sun gradually jumped out of the sea and the sky became brighter. I... I like you, Fu Yunzhi smiled and took Yu Qiao's hand. I have said this in my heart many times, but today I think it is very suitable. There is nothing wrong or wrong with who you like, it should or should not, it may not be possible, it is shameful or not, it is aboveboard. If you don't agree to me, I will kiss you forcefully, okay? If not, I will kiss you more.