Antique three-character
At first, instead of knitting a red hibiscus branch in front of the courtyard, I could weave a heroine for the morning glory in the sky. We met on July 7, so our hearts never moved. The kind that can fly in the morning and evening and blow from east to west to north and south? Can't split in two, hate two lovesickness. Wait across the street. What about the back? The spring breeze stirred the shrike's language, but it was thrown away at this time. Shake hands and ask each other, and then stop talking. Your feelings are certain, and my intentions are uneven. Life is long if you don't live or die!
Why is the spring ice flooding and unique? There is a beautiful person that I can't see for a day, and it is three years later, and it is three years later! The wind is small and the water is only a wave, and the bamboo shoots are high. Tao Li Fengchun, argue with others. I'm aware of it, but I can still keep you as snow. I feel the difference between breaking the mirror and seeing the blood behind the tears. Fortunately, others are not my first, but also let others end up not mine? What a pity! The Weaver Maid bid farewell to Huang Gu, and once a year, they meet temporarily, facing each other across the river, and there is nothing wrong with each other.
Hugging each other every night, my arms are still heavy. That's a year's work, why not send it all night? But I have been homesick for a long time, so I can't enjoy it for the time being! Hongqiao becomes thinner at night, and the dragon enters the early train. Life hates wild cranes coming home late, and death hates chickens knowing the season. The dawn is fading, and Huaxing wants to die. Year after year, when does the year end? With this delivery date, it is better to live than to die. Heaven is jealous, why not teach the other party to refuse!