Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy. Song Guan balcony sound fine, swinging yard night heavy.
Li Shangyin Leyou Tomb in Tang Dynasty
In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu. Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
A gift from Song Sushi
The lotus flower withered, so did the lotus leaf holding the rain, and only the branches of chrysanthemum stood proudly against the frost. You must remember the best scenery in a year, which is in the late autumn and early winter of orange and green.
Ming Wen Jia's Song of Tomorrow
Tomorrow after tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows. Waiting for tomorrow, everything will be wasted.
The world is tired of tomorrow, and tomorrow will be infinitely experienced.
The morning light is rolling eastward, and the ancient days are setting.
What will tomorrow be like in a hundred years? Please listen to my song tomorrow.