1. When Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, he did not forget to tell Nai Weng about the family sacrifices.
2) If there are no north and south roads outside the door, the world should be free from the sorrow of separation. ——Tang Dynasty Du Mu's "Farewell"
3) The two characters after the desolate farewell are the same, and the most overwhelming one is Yue Mingzhong - Nalan Xingde (Qing Dynasty) - "Poppy Beauty"
4) There is a love story at the bottom of the acacia tree, and the thinking man hates the man who doesn’t know it - Liang Qichao (Qing Dynasty) - "Taiwan Bamboo Branch Poems"
5) One kind of lovesickness, two leisurely feelings, in countless people who miss you Day and night, the soul is haunted by dreams; one kind of love, two kinds of lovesickness, longing and passion fight side by side. I was so worried that I smiled and forgot about everything. I wandered by the beautiful Xishuang Lake, holding your hand and walking along.
6) I miss my loved ones and shed tears all night long, but the morning comes again. Afraid of hurting my motherly love, I secretly flow to my pillow.
7) A night of rain, a night of you, are all in the heart of an insomniac, bit by bit, like a thorn. When touched, I feel regretful; the rain knocks on the window, and the rain knocks on you. , all drifting in the gaps in the dark night, like memories, as soon as they are thought of, they leave each other coldly.
8) When I think of my mother, I will be high-spirited when my ambition is low; when I think of my mother, I will be full of pride when I am wasting my years; when I think of my mother, a wandering wanderer will start to desire to go home. ;Thinking of my mother, my wandering soul found a home.
9) Our longing for our loved ones will never stop, but there are many kinds of missing, such as grandma’s pain, mother’s words, my little daughter’s emotions, no matter what, the late Relatives will always live in our hearts.
10) I go back to my childhood memories. The azaleas all over the mountain were in bloom, and my grandma would take me to pick tea leaves. Every green tea tip is pure and beautiful. Grandma carefully put it into a cloth bag and went home to make tea cakes for me.
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