The drizzle in March is like a fresh landscape painting. You asked me to go for an outing in the wild and admire this sparse ink painting. You said you were an elf in the painting, and I said I would like to take the flowers home and hang them comfortably on my bedside, which is closely related to your soul all the time. Your shy pink blush is like a peach blossom, like a mimosa on the lawn in that painting. My emotional little hand dare not touch your cheek, for fear that the moon and stars will disappear from my sky if you close your bright eyes.
March drizzle, misty, like a beautiful lyric, I am the elegant lyrics; You are melodious music, I sing with your thoughts, high and low, long and short, sparse and dense, urgent and slow, seamless and flesh and blood; Two souls banish a lotus flower and grow into a rhyme branch. Blood and flesh compose a love swan song, which is reflected in the faint acacia forest.
You are a beautiful poem, and I am the last word in your poem; You said a fresh landscape painting, and I became colorful in your painting. You say a touching song, I am the most beautiful and repetitive sentence in your brother; You say mimosa, I am acacia; You say the moon, I am a star, and the light is far away from each other. The most brilliant moment of my life will become a meteor. In order to be closest to you, I will drag the light and sacrifice my life. Even for a while, I won't regret it.