"Life and death are generous, Zi Cheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. "
"The belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. I am thin for Iraq. "
"I've known her for a long time, and I've broken up for a long time. The east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming."
"When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia."
From Su Wu's "Keeping a Wife" in Han Dynasty.
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There is no doubt about love when you are married. Have fun tonight. This is a good time. What is the night when recruiters look into the distance? There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on. On the battlefield, long time no see. Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living. Try to love Chunhua, and don't forget when you are happy. Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
From The Book of Songs Peak and Drumming
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Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone. From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried. Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest. Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.
From Liu Yong's "Death in Hua Lian, Leaving a Dangerous Building" in Song Dynasty.
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It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Untitled by Li Shangyin in the Tang Dynasty
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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.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
From Song Yanshu's "Lou Yu Spring Hate"
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Lvyang Fangcao Changting Road. It's easy to throw people away when you are young. The dream on the roof is five minutes old, and it rains in March at the end of the flower.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. One inch or a thousand strands. Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.