I want to know you,
Live a long life and never give up.
A mountain without a grave,
The river dried up,
Thunder and earthquakes in winter,
Rain and snow in summer,
Heaven and earth,
I dare break up with you.
Poems of resentment against lang
After the farewell, the two places hung together.
Let's say March or April. Who knows five or six years?
The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.
The nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.
I can't understand it, I can't understand it, so I have no choice but to blame Lang.
A thousand words can't be finished, bored, and ten rely on the railing.
Nine times to see the lonely geese, the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is not round.
In July and a half, burning incense and asking for heaven,
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.
Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, but it is watered by cold rain.
April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in the mirror.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March.
Falling and falling, the kite line was broken in February.
Hey, Lang Lang, I wish you to be a woman's man in your next life.