Looking for cold to find desolation, looking for sadness to find misery, it is the most difficult to rest when it is warm and cold. How can I beat you if I'm late? I'm just an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers piled up all over the ground, withered and damaged. Now, who can look after the window? How can the black phoenix tree grow alone? It rained in Mao Mao until dusk. What a sad word this time!
Liu Yong Yulinling
Chilling sorrow is the first night of the pavilion, and the door is closed and drunk. No nostalgia. Lanzhou urged hands to look at each other, and tears were speechless. I want to go to a thousand miles of smoke and sink into the sky.