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. The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
Comments: Li Zhiyi's poem is only forty-five words, but it is short and affectionate. The whole poem revolves around the Yangtze River, expressing men and women's yearning for love and resentment against separation. At the beginning, I wrote that two people are thousands of miles apart, which means that it is difficult to meet each other, and the lovesickness sees the depth.
At the end of the sentence, write "* * * to drink", and the two places are connected by water to exchange needed goods; Melting love into water, using water as a metaphor for love, the affection is equally endless, expressing the heroine's persistent pursuit and eager expectation for love. The whole word is full of feelings, progressive and reciprocating, but the feelings are ups and downs in just a few words.
2. The Book of Songs: pass the parcel, active in fighting. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest. Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
Comments: This poem expresses the feelings of soldiers who have served abroad for many years about their hometown and their wives. Among them, "life and death are rich, Zicheng said. The phrase "hold your hand and grow old with your son" has fallen on countless people who are eager for happy love and become the best endorsement of the pledge of eternal love.
I told you, I will hold your hand and grow old with you. This is the highest state of love, and the highest state of love is a dull fleeting time.