A * * * at the end of the three poems, respectively; 1. Don't come to a half-year-old music book, tie a knot every inch away from your intestines. The opportunity to meet each other is so rare, but it is a pity that it should not be so easy to separate. Last year's pear blossoms were as white as snow, and more spring will be built. The feeling of lovesickness can only stagnate in the heart, and the words of lovesickness have nowhere to tell. It's even sadder to worry about the days and the clouds and clouds. I miss this moment so much that my tears are stained with tea ~
2. The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Go back, the road is blocked and long. Go back to it, it's in the middle of the water ~
3. The wind is impermanent, people are impermanent, and life is like duckweed. My name is Ping wandering on the road, love and hate are also in a hurry, the waves go without a shadow, and the wind cuts the jade hibiscus ~