In the second year of Qinghe, it was the first time I met Xie Xuesu.
Actually, I should have called Mr. Xie originally, because he is such a dignified prince that he came to be my husband. Isn't it strange?
The first words I said to him when I first met him were "Thank you", and the first words he said to me when he could look me in the face for the first time were also "Thank you". Too many times, and over the years since then, he and I have said thank you too many times.
It's just that for so many years, it has always been me and him, not us.
Xie Xuesu said that there was no need to feel the same way. He said that I was his first student, his last student, and I must be his most outstanding student.
But in the first year of Yingzhi, my arrogant and stunning young chess fairy still stayed in that winter, in the coldest season.
In the first year of Yingzhi, Su Ranran lost his love forever.
This year the world is far away. Xiaoxiao's temples are blooming.
Snow every year. Often add plum blossoms to get drunk. There is no such sound in my hometown.
There is a sound of painting on the corner of the door, half of the courtyard is under the new moon at dusk, and the waterside is in front of the snowy mountain.
Build a pile of pear blossoms and a pile of snow, who will be able to use it next year?
Don't think about it, don't think about it.
Intention: Growth, full of love, small luck, small willingness