An ancient poem that lovers are reluctant to part with! It's sad that he broke up with her. This is an ancient poem!

Yu Linling and Liu Yong (Song)

Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.

All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.

Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality, one inch is still a thousand shares. 4.? When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen? I just hope your heart is the same as mine, so don't bear it. 5.? This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who can you tell? 6. There is no good way for the red candle to feel sorry for itself and cry for others on a cold night. 7. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River; I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water. 8. What is Acacia's decision? I know I can't control it when spring is over. 9.? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. Second place, what a, sad word. 10.? On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds. 1 1. It takes a long time to raise your hand, and the two feelings are the same as Yiyi 12. Between water and water, the pulse cannot be said 13. Clothes are getting wider and wider, you don't regret it. For those who sell in Iraq, 14 sang all the new words, and the red clouds sang against the trees.