It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.
The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year.
The tea in Baoding is still green, and the chess in the secluded window is particularly cold.
There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
When flowers can be folded, they must be folded straight. Don't wait until there are no flowers.
I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, but I hate the west wind blowing dreams into ancient and modern times.
Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
Spent a similar year, each year is different.
Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
The joys and sorrows on paper are embarrassing, and the axis is waiting to be collected.
This is the trace of ten years, the heart of ten years.