There was once a bowl of steaming dumplings placed in front of me, but I didn't eat it. By the time I wanted to eat it, it was already cold. I was heartbroken and regretful. If God is so kind to me, and a plate of steaming dumplings is presented to me, I would shake my cheeks violently, wipe the hazelnuts that flowed to my mouth, and say, "Please, another bowl of vinegar, preferably with a drop of soy sauce, not too much soy sauce, I just like to be jealous, thank you."
First love is a gauze, and you are the rose in the gauze. Looking at you through the gauze, you make me intoxicated...