Peach blossom forest is insignificant.

Poetry means distant heart.

Tears pouring down, and the endless sadness in my heart cannot be washed away.

Cao Cang held the jade pendant in his hand tightly, and tears flowed like a helpless child. He only thought that he had already understood when he saw Shi Yan's message, but he still didn't understand Shi Yan's waiting at that time.

It's too late to understand.

Clouds are sailing in the water, and flowers are on the center of the heart and on the shore; even if the rise and fall of the ages are bright, the peach blossoms and March days will never be forgotten.

The poem that understands the rise and fall of the ages, but never understands why we know that so much ugliness is always inevitable? Why is the upright man he chose at the beginning a pollution of his own mud and sand?

But she still firmly believes in some things in her poems, the pink peach blossoms in March, the first meeting of a beautiful life, these are her unrepentant choices and eternal expectations...

She hopes that Cao Chou can hear it.

She knew Cao Chou would hear it eventually!

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