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Qin Feng, the national wind of the Book of Songs, is in its prime and has a thousand years of frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. The dew has not yet arrived, so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. The reeds by the river are green and gray, and the dew in late autumn condenses into frost. The person I miss day and night is on the other side of the river. Looking upstream, the road is dangerous and long. Look downstream, it seems to be in the middle of the water. The reeds are lush by the river, and the dew is not dry in the morning. My ghost is on the other side of the river. Looking upstream, the road is rugged and difficult to climb. Look downstream, it seems to be in the middle of the sandbar. The reeds by the river are more lush, and the Millennium still lingers in the morning. My bitter suitor is on the other side of the river. Looking upstream, the road is steep and circuitous. Looking downstream, it seems to be a sandbar in the water. "Acacia was written in ancient times, and there is no such thing as' Jiaxu'." The so-called acacia, hope but not, see but not; Although you work hard and give everything you want, you will never get it. So the faint feelings are beyond words. I smell string songs, and the string stops and the sound is in my ears; After reading "Jia Jian" today, the article stops here, and the rest of my feelings never leave. A reed, a reed, a wandering thing, swaying with the wind, stops at its roots, if it floats, if it stops, if it has nothing. Infinite thoughts, wandering in a trance, worrying about the roots. Roots, love also. Acacia is nothing but love. Exposed to things, disappeared in an instant. Buddha said: Everything has its own way, like a dream. If dew is like electricity, it should be seen this way; Love is a thing, illusory and shapeless. Zhuangzi said: "Happiness comes from the air and steam it into bacteria." . That makes sense. Dew condenses into frost. Earth, air and body fluid are born from the ground, and thin and cold are frost. Beauty is not available, so lovesickness is very beneficial and affectionate. So it is called "not yet" and "not yet". Although you can't get it, you will suffer. Don't ask for it, love never leaves! This lovesickness is the most bitter! Love is tied to the so-called Iraqi people. However, on the water side, I don't know where it is. Jia Changjiang has a poem: "But which corner of the mountain, how do I know, through all these clouds?" "If a husband is happy, he will ask for something, so he waded through the water though he didn't know where he was. It is called "back to back" and "back to back", which is also up and down. Moreover, the road twists and turns are hard to find, which is really a "up, he looks for green vanity, down, and the grave." But in the end, "but he failed, and in two places, he didn't find the person he was looking for", but the pursuer was a phantom cloud, hidden from the mirror and would not be available. Acacia is beneficial, just like the shadow in front, within reach, but out of reach. The phrase "everything is in the middle of the water" is as long as the sound of a broken string. Idiot? Dream? Every time I read this, I can't help but rejoice, sigh, complain and cry!