Last year on this day at this place, Face and peach blossoms reflected each other in red.
The face does not know where it has gone, The peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze.
This poem uses simple phrases, and the characters are relatively easy, without difficulty, making it hard to show distinction.
Lun Yiyi was more certain of her judgment.
You want to avoid my sharpness, but I will not give you this chance, I will crush and humiliate you!
Xia Chuyue couldn't persuade her, so he looked to his mother.
After all, this is a matter for young ladies, it would be better if Madam would step in.
But Madam didn't seem to know what to think, her face full of smiles, as if she wanted to see things unfold.
If that's the case, then there is no choice.
Xia Chuyue made up his mind that no matter how Liu Mianmian writes, he would still properly mount this calligraphy.
