The spring grass will be green next year, will the kings and grandsons return?
When you look at it, your heart will break. If you are ready to leave, don’t look back.
Nanpu is a sad farewell, the west wind is blowing in autumn. ,
A glass of wine brings sadness and sadness.
It is really difficult to be apart, but not as good as to meet again.
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The wandering clouds are like a wandering child, and the setting sun is about old friends.
Li Qing was blown by the horizontal flute through chaotic Shandong.
The recent hardships are probably due to the many separations.
Where the world is sad, there is a pavilion for seeing off guests.
I got off my horse and drank your wine, and asked you where you were.
The old gates are decaying and the grass is everywhere, and it is sad to say farewell.