Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times.
Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.
Hating you is like a month on the river, full or loss. What time does the party end?
Boolean operator (Li Chi Ngai)
I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
When will the water stop? When did this hatred ever happen?
I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Nineteen Ancient Poems: Travel and Re-travel
You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine.
Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, and we'll be safe!
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.
Clouds cover the sun, and wanderers ignore it.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.
Don't give up donations, try to add meals!
Here are some short ones.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Back to pearl, tears fell, and I hated not meeting before I got married.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
Birds and fish go their separate ways, and mountains and rivers no longer meet.
You are at the head of the Yangtze River and I am at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.