My heart is broken and I have no choice but to drown my sorrows in wine. Besides, what's the use of drinking? The wine turned into tears before it entered the stomach. I'm too familiar with the feeling of sleeping on a pillow all night by myself with a flickering light that is almost out of oil. It seems that the pain of parting is inevitable, no matter in the brow.
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Yu Jie Song Xing/Fan Zhongyan
The fallen leaves are fragrant. The night is silent and cold. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away.
Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine. I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine.
The afterglow of the lamp extinguished the pillow. Know the taste of loneliness. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
I hope the landlord will adopt it.