The white dew is frost.
the so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
if you follow it, the road will be blocked and long;
swim upstream from it and swim in the middle of the water.
Jian Jian is growing, and the white dew is still fresh.
the so-called Iraqis are in the water.
if you follow it, the road will be blocked and broken;
swim from it, and swim in the water.
the dew is not yet in the harvest.
The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
if you follow it, the road is blocked and right;
swim upstream from it and swim in the water.
Hua Tang Chun
Lingzhu has tears from a thousand lines
Idle grass and setting sun
Leaving people and passers-by is dark and desolate
Stealing a mandarin duck
Sad feelings are hard to tell
The wind cuts and keeps the heart soft
Immortals and ghosts are boundless
Love is short and hate is long
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Drunken Flower Yin
Who is in the golden years?
Don't ask for love.
I only want to stay in the setting sun.
I want to stay in the place where there is no return to the world.
Looking back, there are countless flowers.
I am fascinated by myself.
I am weak in welcoming the spring.
The fate of the dust is the same.
(Personal )
Feelings, complaints
Rivers and lakes, wind and rain, light cream
Walking around together
Demons in the secluded forest have changed suddenly
Feelings are easy to be resentful
Don't love old ones
Take off residual makeup
Fade your clothes
Your body is like flying catkins
Your life is like a string <