Poems describing brotherhood

two younger brothers and sisters Tang Wangwei's two younger sisters are growing up day by day. I have been able to hold Baose and untie my scarf. When I miss the past, I am small, and I don't know how to be close. From now on, I will leave hate, and I will be diligent when I wipe my tears. I'm even younger, and I don't know each other when I come back. Although cohabitation is getting used to it, people have not yet been found. As a Vietnamese language, it is extremely sweet to eat in the water town. Don't be the most difficult, tears will be remembered. In addition to sending my sister-in-law Tang Baiju at night, I feel homesick for my sister-in-law. Wan Li, after years of absence, has a lonely night. Sick face is not the old one, but thinking about it forces a new one. We will meet again in the morning and evening, and we will grow up separately. I feel sorry for my younger sister Tang Shen Qianyun. Today, the spring is warm, and the east wind and apricot blossoms are torn apart. The strength of muscles is not as good as for a long time, but I envy the stones in the stream. It is difficult for a fairy to be accurate, and his middle life is full. I have suffered many injuries in recent times, and I am glad to see my temples turn white. Between the sticks, the quinoa and the bamboo trees, Wan Wan's old tracks. I'm the owner of the forest garden, but he is a guest of the forest garden. Brothers can keep half, but nothing is precious to the dead. There is no future, and I look at the pine and cypress. How many people can have the same flesh and blood? When you are older, you are separated. It is not easy for me to avoid this temperament. Only when you think about your generation, you can see the comfort of the morning and evening. I've lived my whole life, and I'm not comfortable. I sent my sister-in-law Tang Xutang to the river for nothing, not for nothing. It is better to be old and climb the cloud road than to keep fishing in rocky mountains. The number of people in the wild is gone, and the poor sea letter is rare. Isolation is difficult to enter, and it is not a matter of life alone.