How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold.
Microwave hates the sea, and the moon is ruthless.
I give my heart to the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch!
Everything is wrong, look up and look down. Raise your eyes, lower your eyebrows, and point to the silent tears.
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Cochineal tears make people drunk, grow up naturally when they are heavy, and hate water.
I want to talk to Yao Qin, but I have few intimate friends. Who will listen to a broken string?
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Zhang Chao's leaves rotted in Xiwan, but the lotus seeds have blossomed and have not come back yet. Dreams never leave the river, and people preach the phoenix mountain lang.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with our swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows.
There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation, but my frown goes straight to my heart.
Who had expected this life, the heart is in Tianshan, and the old is in Cangzhou.