Raise a glass to the sky, invite the bright moon, take a picture of me, and it will be three people.
Second, the past year should be a good time to exist in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to. -Liu Song Yong's "Yuling Cold".
After many years of separation, people who love each other are no longer together. I guess even if we meet good weather and scenery, it's just a hollow reputation. Even if it is full of affection, who can you enjoy it with?
Third, the garden is worried about the past, and flowers and birds are worried this spring. -Don Du Shen Yan's Crossing the Xiangjiang River.
I lamented the past playing in the garden. This spring, the birdsong in bloom triggered my sadness in the frontier.
Fourth, when my boat was sailing in the fog, the sun was fading and old memories began. -Don Meng Haoran's Sleeping on the Jiande River.
Docking the ship on a small smoky continent, at dusk, new worries appeared in the guests' minds.
Five, the willow wind is soft, the begonia is light, when you are alone. -Yuan Sadulla, "Xiao Gan Last year, people were in the Phoenix Pool"
The willows are green and the breeze is blowing gently. Thin wicker swayed slowly in the soft wind. In the faint moonlight, the flowers of begonia are fragrant and lonely.