The spring grass will turn green next year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
There are thousands of words to say, and you are bored.
Miss the most painful poem: ruthless is not like affectionate, and an inch is still a thousand strands.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.
Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building.
Before the day is old, I can't get rid of my feelings. My heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot inside.
If you want to ask Wujiang not to come, see you in your dream.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
I miss the moon, but I miss seeing stars.