I want to ask for a poem about finding someone.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.

Knowing that you have been in love for a long time, ChanJuan flies together. =)