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"Hong is a bird by the river, and you are my sweetheart." Birds by the river are not always there, and sweethearts are not always there. Only this poem has been passed down through the ages and will last forever. I have thousands of stories, all hidden in these three lines of love letters waiting for you to discover!

Read a poem and meet you! Just like the spring wind, gentle and powerless; Like the evening star in summer, twinkling and blurry; Like maple leaves in autumn, sad and beautiful; Like winter snow, the ground becomes white overnight; You just appear in my life all year round!