Two birch trees stood upright, rustling, the sound of leaves falling.
But the two "birch trees" quarreled.
The kind that you pinch when you meet.
They reconciled inexplicably later, which was really strange.
"Little teacher, thank you for teaching me so many things."
"Especially teach me how to love you."
Intention: The young man is so high-spirited, how can there be intrigues.