I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Who knows that improper management in late spring, mountains and rivers, how many spring tears.
Jinbei wine, at the moment, only wants to drink deeply, and wants to see it. Life is alive, youth is short, how much happiness there is, and how much intoxication there is!
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
There are infinite painters in the world, and a piece of sadness can't be painted.
Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.