To be together, it is difficult to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken.
Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim.
I traveled in Qian Shan, waded through thousands of waters, and cried two lines on my way to acacia.
Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity.
Looking at the sky and sighing at the bright moon, I am lonely and melancholy.
Strong wine, ecstasy, shirt light sleeve dance.
Thinking of autumn water and thinking of Iraqis is close at hand, and it is close to Yuanyang.
The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.
Appreciate:
I want to be with my sweetheart, but we can't even look at it, because we are scattered all over the world and our hearts are broken. Love dies easily, but hate lasts so long. I was at a loss in the dim light. Postscript Qianshan waded through mountains and rivers, homesick all the way, two lines of clear tears.
I was drunk and my heart was drunk, as if I suddenly saw Luo Shan dancing with long sleeves. If you can't let it go, it will naturally become a burden. The more burdens you have, the less happy your life will be. A caring heart is like a pocket, and a tolerant heart is like a funnel. Complex love care, simple heart is easy to be happy. Tolerance is wisdom and virtue, and it is the liberation and sublimation of soul.