I want to cross, but I can't find the boat. How ashamed I am of being lazier than you politicians.
Go out laughing, we are Artemisia people.
I met her a long time ago, but since we broke up, the time has become longer, the east wind has weakened and the flowers have faded.
I wanted to turn my heart to the moon, but the moon shone on the ditch.
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Since God has given talents, let it go and you will be hired! , spin one thousand silver, all come back! .
, the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
In today's door, peach blossoms set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
The martyrs are dying and full of courage.
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us.
Second, the name of the grass is destroyed, and the rivers are abandoned forever.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, sail straight up and cross the deep sea.