I pick flowers and play games in front of the door.
You came on a bamboo pole.
You play childhood around my seat.
We all live in Changgan Village.
When we were two children, we were so innocent.
When I was thirteen, I became your wife.
I have a shy expression on my face.
I lowered my head to face the dark wall.
You called me a thousand times, but I didn't look back or answer.
When I was fourteen, I had an open and relaxed expression on my face.
I hope we can be together until we die.
We maintain complete trust in each other.
Do I need to climb the watchtower?
When I was fifteen, you went far away.
Yan Yuyan is near Jutang Pavilion-don't bump into it in the fifth month.
The gibbon's voice mourns the sky.
The footprints in front of the gate where you stayed before you left were covered with green moss.
The moss is so deep that I can't get rid of it.
Falling leaves mean that autumn wind (weather) comes early.
The butterfly of the eighth month came.
They flew into the grass in the West Garden in pairs.
It really breaks my heart. My young face is getting old because of sadness.
Whether you go to Shanba early or late,
Please write home in advance and let me know.
When you go home, I will go out to pick you up.
No matter how far it is, I will go all the way to the long sandstorm. My hair hardly covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live in an alley in Qingkan. We are all young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.
But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.
Even to death, I will wait for you in my post, and I will not lose heart in the silent watchtower.
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.
Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.
I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.
Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.
Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.
Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.
Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .
I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng.
I remember in my boudoir, I don't know the smoke.
Marry a long-term cadre, and the sand will wait for the wind.
The south wind starts in May, and I want you to go to Baling.
The west wind rises in August, and I want you to carry it forward.
How about being sad? You see less and leave more.
When I arrived in Xiangtan a few days ago, my dream became more and more turbulent.
Last night, the wind was so strong that it broke the trees on the river.
Simon Simon is dark, where there are pedestrians.
Good riding clouds, Li Zhu Landong.
Yuanyang Qingpu, Yujinping.
Self-pity for more than fifteen, the color is peach blossom red.
As a businesswoman, she is worried about water and wind.