"I hate Tengjiao more than I hate vine peppers." I often thought this way when I was a child.
The bamboo horse belongs to Qingmei, and Teng Jiao belongs to me.
G Da under the shade of the sycamore trees in midsummer, with dappled light and shadow, is like a dream, he has become my king.
Whether we parted ways or we got together for a hundred years, I liked him. He occupied fourteen years of my life.
In heavy rain and mud, brothers become boyfriends.
My name is He Si. What sin do we have? We are just born to be presumptuous. His name is Teng Jiao, the king who is like a rose flower and a dream, a king who belongs to me alone.
Intention: If the world does not accept us, I will accept you