Untitled》Li Shangyin
It is hard to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered.
Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up.
Bee Luo Yin Regardless of the flat land or the top of the mountain, the infinite scenery is occupied.
After harvesting the honey from hundreds of flowers, for whom does it work hard and for whom is it sweet?