The end of the year, nothing to do.
Every year, every month, I stay up all night for a gentleman.
It is the feeling of the season, and the years are dark.
Young and sick, how can you be old?
Years are barren, and I am always afraid of losing firewood.
Over the years, materialization is empty and inseparable, and there is nowhere to go.
Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, and the sword is sharp.
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast.
Teenagers write thousands of letters, and Zhu Xi should only be low.
When I was young, I paid for it, and the frost in my chest was empty.
Every spring comes to the southeast wind, and the simple stream is slightly warm first.
Spent a similar year, each year is different.
Jump in Chang 'an every year, and the guest house is like a home.