A poem lamenting that marriage is not easy?

1, after a farewell, the two places will be suspended; Let's say March or April, who knows five or six years! The lyre has no intention to play, the eight lines have no transmission, the nine-ring chain has never been interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion wants to wear it, so I have to blame Lang! There are thousands of words to talk about, and watching lonely geese is boring. In August, the full moon is not round. In July and a half, people burn incense and hold candles to ask the sky. In June, people shake my heart. In May, pomegranate fires and flowers are poured by cold rain. The loquat is not yellow in April, and I am anxious to look in the mirror. Peach blossoms fall with the water in March, and kite strings break in February. Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life. I became husband and wife, loving each other and spending the night together. It's a long way to find a husband, but how can you see the night? My participation in Chen is gone, so I will resign from now on; On the battlefield, I haven't seen you for a long time; Shake hands and sigh, tears make a living; Try to love Chunhua and never forget the happy time; Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.