Lu you
Bare hands, rattan wine, spring willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A cup of sorrow, I haven't seen you for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Momomo.
Tangwan
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it. Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People become different, today is not yesterday, and illness is often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide, hide, hide.
This is a poem he wrote when he met his first wife. Great love! !