1. What is the content of the poem Zhanbo wrote to Wanyu in the love apartment
Lonely Root Number Three
I am afraid,
I will always be the lonely root number three.
Three itself is such a wonderful number.
My three,
Why is it hiding under that ugly square root?
How I wish I was a nine,
because nine only needs a little calculation,
to get rid of this cruel fate.
I know it will be difficult for me to see my sun again,
Just like this endless,
1.7321…………
I don’t want my life to be so miserable.
I know that day,
I saw,
Another root number three.
So beautiful and flawless,
dancing gracefully,
We multiply each other,
get the coveted number,
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is as complete as an integer.
We smash the shackles of fate,
Gently dance the wand of love.
Our square root has been solved.
My love is reborn.
I can’t promise to give you a fairy tale world,
Nor can I promise that I can grow up overnight.
But I promise,
You can live in freedom and happiness forever like a princess.
50 2. The part of Wanyu’s monologue is the particularly touching part when Wanyu left.
Dear Zhanbo:
When you read this letter, I am already on my way to the airport. Please forgive me for changing my flight. I know that if I see you, I will definitely not be able to leave, because I can’t bear to leave each of you. , especially you, the days I spend with you are the happiest time in my life. Although I don’t want it to end, a new story will always begin. Zhanbo, I didn’t understand in the past, what love is, it was you who made it happen. I understand that love is when you fall in love with someone, you will give up your own freedom in exchange for his freedom. Love is when you fall in love with someone, you will change your life and fulfill his wishes. Love is when you fall in love with someone, you will be willing to let go. Let me leave you with the best memories and blessings. The most beautiful thing about love is not necessarily the end. We have walked the journey together and it has already paid off. Forgive my naivety. This is the best ending I can think of.
Love Your Wanyu 3. The full text of the confessional poem written by Zhanbo to Wanyu in the 20th episode of Love Apartment Season 1
The poem "The Lonely Root Number Trinity" comes from Kumar Patel in "Fortress Adventure 2" Poems to express love to his girlfriend.
The lonely root number 3 was later revised and quoted in episodes 19 and 20 of the first season of the Chinese TV series Love Apartment as Zhan Bo’s poem expressing his love to Wan Yu. I am afraid, I will always be the lonely root number 3. . Three itself is such a wonderful number. Why is my three hiding under that ugly square root?
How I wish I were a nine, because a nine can escape this cruel fate with just a little calculation. I know it will be difficult for me to see my sun again, just like this endless 1.7321... I don't want my life to be so miserable.
Until that day, I saw another root number three. So beautiful and flawless, dancing gracefully, we multiply each other to get the number we dream of, as perfect as an integer.
We smash the shackles of fate and gently dance the wand of love. Our square root, solved.
My love is reborn. I can't promise to give you a fairy tale world, nor can I promise that I can grow up overnight.
But I promise, you can live in freedom and happiness like a princess forever.
"The Lonely Square Root Three" I'm afraid that I will always be the lonely square root Three and three are such a wonderful number. Why is my three hiding under that ugly square root? How I wish I was a nine because nine only It only takes a little calculation to get rid of this cruel misfortune. I know that it will be difficult for me to see my sun again, just like this endless 1.7321. I don't want my life to be so miserable until that day when I see another square root. Three is so beautiful and has no time to dance. We multiply each other to get the dreamed number, which is as perfect as an integer. We smash the shackles of fate and gently dance the magic wand of love. Our square root has been solved. The love apartment Zhanbo confessed to Wanyu (7 photos) ) My love is reborn. I can't promise to give you a fairy tale world, nor can I promise that I can grow up overnight, but I swear that I will love you forever and you can live in freedom and happiness like a princess forever. 4. Zhan Bo's poem to Wanyu in "Love Apartment"
"The Lonely Root Three" I am afraid that I will always be the lonely Root Three.
Three itself is such a wonderful number. Why is my three hiding under that ugly square root? How I wish I was a Nine, because Nine only needs a little bit of calculation to get rid of this cruel misfortune.
I know it will be difficult for me to see my sun again, just like this endless, 1.7321...... I don't want my life to be so miserable. Until that day, I saw another root number three.
So beautiful and flawless, dancing gracefully, we multiply each other and get the number we dream of, as perfect as an integer. We smash the shackles of fate and gently dance the wand of love.
Our square root has been solved. My love is reborn.
I can’t promise to give you a fairy tale world, nor can I promise that I can grow up overnight. But I promise, you can live in freedom and happiness like a princess forever. 5. Ask for Gu Taiqing’s poems
The willows are swaying in the wind, people are quiet at dusk, and the crows are sleeping peacefully.
The short candle burns out, the long watch is finished, and the small seal script is added. The window screen of the red building is not closed, and is covered by a wisp of spring traces.
There is light smoke, the courtyard is melting, and the moon is in the pear blossoms. ——"Early Spring Resentment·Spring Night" "Drunkard Cao·Ti Yunlin "Lake Moon Qinqin Picture"" Leisurely, long sky, clear abyss, misty lake smoke, boundless.
The clear light is brilliant, and there are beautiful women and flying fairies. Quietly and silently, the sleeves are fluttering and the strings are singing.
The shadows of weeping poplars and plain toads are reflected. Xianjun's ambition is like flowing water and high mountains.
I would like to ask you, at this time, how do you feel about the mountains and rivers? The clouds move by themselves and the sky is wide, the moon shines brightly and its dewdrops appear, and the new sound is harmonious and round. Playing gently and slowly, the music spreads around the world, the moon is bright, the wind is quiet and the autumn night is cold.
Gu Taiqing, courtesy name Zichun, was a bannerman of the Han Army. Dorobeile's painted side room.
There is "Tianyou Pavilion Collection". There are empty halls on the terraces of Youxian, with Guizhulan as the hall.
The breeze came from the east and blew Luo's clothes. The wood and peony are used to turn over the steps, and the pomelo is used as the door and wall.
Waving a cup to refresh the mind, singing and reciting poems. The stars reflect the window, and the bright moon shines on both sides.
For happiness and good times, things will last forever. On the twelfth floor of Piaomiao, there are immortals living on it.
On the left is the sapphire case, and on the right is the Hong treasure book. Qiong Yao makes a dangerous crown, and the hibiscus drags a light train.
Laughter is charming, and the elixir is removed calmly. Looking down at the clear water, you can see the clear waves playing with the squid.
Looking up at the blue sky and clouds, the scrolls are relaxed and the sky is empty. Wushan is towering and the river is green and deep.
There is a person on the balcony among them, with a clear and graceful appearance. The green sleeves lean against the Zhulan, the color is very beautiful.
I wanted to follow it, but I couldn't see the three blue birds. The sun is slanting under the rocks, and the clouds and mist are heavy.
Xiuzhu is covered in smoke, and birds fly into the deserted forest. Standing in the cold moon at midnight, I open the window and play the piano.
Things are happening in the long-lasting world, and the sound of the strings is calming. After the snow during the Qingming Festival, Mrs. Shitai's wife visited the temples in the Western Mountains. In March, the mountain flowers have not yet bloomed, and the spring passed by the Qingming Festival.
There are countless clouds moving across the Xiu Mountains, and the trees in the jungle are full of snow and there is sound. The strange rocks form the posture of a crouching tiger, and the old pine tree is named after the crouching dragon.
When the evening clears, new water is added to the blue stream, and I look back at the dusk on my way back. Dongshan Thatched Cottage Spring water fills the pond, and spring light enters the thatched cottage.
The yellow thatch has just begun to cover the roof, and the purple swallow wants to peek into the beam. The plants and trees are truly interesting, and the books are ancient and fragrant.
The misty new rain has stopped, and the calyx is graceful and clear. Shuqi urges the calyx, and the spring breeze flows into the wine bottle.
The sun is long and the curtains are still, the people are still and the birds are noisy. The shadow of pine trees is clear on the whisk seat, and the traces of green moss invade the steps.
The mountain hall is connected to Luezi, and the poems and poems are connected to Wenyuan. At the end of the day, the fading face secretly urges the hair on the temples, and the earth gradually travels southward and becomes warmer.
Spring is waiting to see the grass on the riverside, but the heart of the sky has been restored and the earth has been struck by thunder. The clear window has golden threads on it, and the blue sea and the wind are breaking the jade plum blossoms.
Suddenly, thirty-four people were born, and a hundred years of fun were poured out. The original rhyme of the second wife's new residence in Shuangqiao on the Qingming Festival. The bank of the hanging poplar tree in Xiaosi, the first bay of Minghu Lake.
What happened today happened over the past twenty-five years. Qichun Palace with green tiles, Jade Peak and distant mountains.
The monk's window faces the running water, and I want to listen to the gurgling water. If you want to go to Chengxi Temple, you have to wait for Xinghua.
The body is still timid and cold, and good times cannot be credited. The willow eyes are dipped in the spring water, and the sunset shines brightly on the ferry.
The mountains and rivers are dim, and the crows are shining brightly. Baobao Temple Baobao Temple has beautiful cloud peaks and green grass in the spring mountains.
Cool Zen guest room, inscribed with ice jade. On the stage of flower and rain, the sound of spring sounds to the west of the Dharma throne.
Climbing high into the vast city walls, you can see the dawn smoke in thousands of wells. Visit to Tiantai Temple in Nangu On March 3rd, at Tiantai Temple, the spirit wind entered the Dharma Hall at noon.
A fragment of a monument commemorates the country, and the mountains are full of spring grass for grazing cattle and sheep. The cypress trees in front of the courtyard are full of true meaning, and the peach blossoms at the entrance of the cave are fragrant.
He smiled and pointed to the place where he was buried, and the white clouds were my hometown. Self-inscribed Taoist costume image Shuangfeng Yaji Taoist home decoration, looking back at Yunshan, the road is long.
There is no way that the immortal beauty of Taoism can stay, while Magu’s temples have turned into frost. Yiwei New Year's Day, the sound of firecrackers scatters the crows in the forest, and the fireworks spring into thousands of homes.
The green tiles have just come to the new sun, and the palace stirrups have not been trimmed of last year's flowers. When life and death change, human feelings are fierce. When advancing or retreating, we must be careful of bad roads.
Save things, startle your heart, and pass by. Who dares to waste time? On the 22nd, I passed Tianning Temple from Baiyun Temple. Then I passed Tianning Temple, and the fragrance of flowers dyed the guest train.
The story of the moss monument, the wind protects the spring vegetables. The wild grass is thicker than embroidery, and the distant mountains are as pale as nothing.
We are looking forward to the rain now, and we are hoeing the wheat in time. When I saw Begonia in Fayuan Temple, I met Ruan Xuyun, Jiang Xushi, Shanzhi Qian and Li Renlan, and immediately engraved a poem on the wall by Qian Baifu and gave it to the old man Qian Baifu.
I read the poem well and want to see the old man Dian. Flying flowers rain around the seat, turning into cloudy blue smoke.
The Zen room is quiet in the spring day, and the fragrance is received in front of the headwind. The trees are full of old flowers in spring, and the God of Feng comes to visit us.
The green shade turns with the sun, and the red patches are blown by the wind. Encountering the beauty of Jiangnan, Tanluan Dharma is surrounded by smoke.
Write poems to your friends and ask questions in front of the window. The poem rhyme engraved on the Luxiang stone of Wu County for swimming in the Kongshui River goes from the stream to the mountain tower for seven miles, and it is flat and does not bother to break the teeth of the clogs.
There is a spring below and a stone hall above, where thousands of Buddhas are wonderfully separated. The moss has disappeared from the past, and the dense green has no beginning.
How long has the ancient wall of Longquan been lost? How can spring ice on the tail of a tiger be worn? In the evening, waterbirds climb the fishing beams, reflecting the mountains and green beaches.
Enjoyment in life must be timely, and time spent is gone like a arrow. The remnant stele of the Kaiyuan Dynasty is embedded in the cliff. Fortunately, Luxiang was able to inscribe poems on it.
On the way out of the mountain, I looked at the mountain again, and the two rivers merged to form Manshui. The east wind of Mal's ear blows the face with fragrance, and the jade of Yuanyang is astonishing.
Gui Tu asked me when the pear and peach blossoms would bear fruit. The misty spring waves are leisurely forever, and the world has been like this for a long time.
How can we stay together in a deer-drawn chariot and travel around the city through clouds and water? Walking at night at the foothills of Cuiwei Mountain, we stayed at Longquan Nunnery. We walked straight into the depths of the clouds, and passed through the woods in pairs with stirrups.
The cold mountain air is not too cold when blowing on the noodles, and the sky is full of stars. In the summer, I came back from a boat trip to the east of the city. I didn't go to the east of the city for thirty years, and the clouds and water were misty and the sky was far away.
The new grasshoppers on the wild shore occasionally chirp, but the dead trees at the mountain gate are still there. It is no longer the monks who welcomed guests in the past, but I still remember the time when Liu tied the boat.
The wind blows all the way to wake up, and the heavy city looks west across the smoke. At the end of the year, I sent it to Brother Zhong with Dongpo Hezi. From the bitter cold, I saw the rhyme and the north wind blew up after the snow. At the end of the year, the New Year approaches.
When should I return to my guest? If you don't have enough food during the journey, you may suffer from many diseases and wither your beauty.
Two books are sent in January, and one book contains five or six articles. Tell me what happened to me as a guest, it's a little good.
The county magistrate traveled with him, and I liked it. My brother is a scholar, and all that is left is green felt.
Be wise and wise to protect yourself, think about retreating and move forward cautiously. There are different sources, please see Qi and Xi.
Be happy with the Tao, don’t worry about poverty, look up to the sky and be worthy of it. And when the spring breeze comes, everything will be fresh.
I send it with a broken fox fur coat and a pair of green jade robes. Looking up at the southern clouds, new geese will spin north.
The first time at forty, I can’t feel free from all kinds of emotions, and my tears flow empty when I miss my loved ones. There is no news about the wild geese in the next year, but the poems and scrolls are rewarded by singing in the old age.
Time has passed by, and shocking and surprising things have faded away. I can still recall my childhood, but I still have dreams about the old traces in the east wind.
Since the death of my late husband, I have not intended to write poems. In the winter window, I have reviewed the manuscripts. There are many poems that are sung and touching, and I will remember them for a long time. I will never forget them, so I gave them numbers. I don’t dare to complain, and I remember the misfortune of my life. It also shows the beginning of Zhao. The two of them sat around the stove in Nanrong, it was dark and the sky was about to snow. When I opened the book and read the excerpts, I felt extremely painful and silent.
Due to the decline of the body, there are many tears and unclear eyes. The immortal ascended to immortality and returned to Yujing in a happy mood.
There are children who are stubborn and naughty, and there are girls who are still infants. A bucket of millet or a foot of cloth cannot do anything.
There are several rafter houses in the back alleys, so different from the feeling of an empty valley. The children cry, the sorrow shakes the heart.
I almost want to die under the spring, but I dare not take it lightly. How can I, a humble concubine, pity myself and teach my son to be successful?
On Jihai’s birthday, my husband cried. The empty room was cold and quiet due to the cold east wind. 6. Ask for Gu Taiqing’s poems
The wind slants in the willows, people are quiet at dusk, and the crows sleep peacefully.
The short candle burns out, the long watch is finished, and the small seal script is added. The window screen of the red building is not closed, and it is covered by a wisp of spring traces.
There is light smoke, the courtyard is melting, and the moon is in the pear blossoms. ——"Early Spring Resentment·Spring Night" "Drunkard Cao·Ti Yunlin "Lake Moon Qinqin Picture"" Leisurely, long sky, clear abyss, misty lake smoke, boundless.
The clear light is brilliant, and there are beautiful women and flying fairies. Quietly and silently, the sleeves are fluttering and the strings are singing.
The shadows of weeping poplars and plain toads are reflected. Xianjun's ambition is like flowing water and high mountains.
I would like to ask you, at this time, how do you feel about the mountains and rivers? The clouds move by themselves and the sky is wide, the moon shines brightly and its dewdrops appear, and the new sound is harmonious and round. Playing gently and slowly, the music spreads around the world, the moon is bright, the wind is quiet and the autumn night is cold.
Gu Taiqing, courtesy name Zichun, was a bannerman of the Han Army. Dorobeile's painted side room.
There is "Tianyou Pavilion Collection". There are empty halls on the terraces of Youxian, with Guizhulan as the hall.
The breeze came from the east and blew Luo's clothes. The wood and peony are used to turn over the steps, and the pomelo is used as the door and wall.
Waving a cup to make you feel refreshed, singing and reciting poems. The stars reflect the window, and the bright moon shines on both sides.
For happiness and good times, things will last forever. On the twelfth floor of Piaomiao, there are immortals living on it.
On the left is the sapphire case, and on the right is the Hong treasure book. Qiong Yao makes a dangerous crown, and the hibiscus drags a light train.
Laughter is charming, and the elixir is removed calmly. Looking down at the clear water, you can see the clear waves playing with the squid.
Looking up at the blue sky and clouds, the scrolls are relaxed and the sky is empty. Wushan is towering and the river is green and deep.
There is a person on the balcony among them, with a clear and graceful appearance. The green sleeves lean against the Zhulan, the color is very beautiful.
I wanted to follow it, but I couldn't see the three blue birds. The sun is slanting under the rocks, and the clouds and mist are heavy.
Xiuzhu is covered in smoke, and birds fly into the deserted forest. Standing in the cold moon at midnight, I open the window and play the piano.
Things are happening in the long-lasting world, and the sound of the strings is calming. After the snow during the Qingming Festival, Mrs. Shitai's wife visited the temples in the Western Mountains. In March, the mountain flowers have not yet bloomed, and the spring passed by the Qingming Festival.
There are countless clouds moving across the Xiu Mountains, and the trees in the jungle are full of snow and there is sound. The strange rocks form the posture of a crouching tiger, and the old pine tree is named after the crouching dragon.
When the evening clears, new water is added to the blue stream, and I look back at the dusk on my way back. Dongshan Thatched Cottage Spring water fills the pond, and spring light enters the thatched cottage.
The yellow thatch has just begun to cover the roof, and the purple swallow wants to peek into the beam. The plants and trees are truly interesting, and the books are ancient and fragrant.
The misty new rain has stopped, and the calyx is graceful and clear. Shuqi urges the calyx, and the spring breeze flows into the wine bottle.
The sun is long and the curtains are silent, the people are still and the birds are noisy. The shadow of pine trees is clear on the whisk seat, and the traces of green moss invade the steps.
The mountain hall is connected to Luezi, and the poems and poems are connected to Wenyuan. At the end of the day, the fading face secretly urges the hair on the temples, and the earth gradually travels southward and becomes warmer.
Spring is waiting to see the grass on the riverside, but the heart of the sky has been restored and the earth has been struck by thunder. The colorful threads on the sunny window are coiled with golden strands, and the blue sea and the wind are breaking the jade plum blossoms.
Suddenly, thirty-four people were born, and a hundred years of fun were poured out. The original rhyme of the second wife's new residence in Shuangqiao on the Qingming Festival. The bank of the hanging poplar tree in Xiaosi, the first bay of Minghu Lake.
What happened today happened over the past twenty-five years. Qichun Palace with green tiles, Jade Peak and distant mountains.
The monk's window faces the running water, and I want to listen to the gurgling water. If you want to go to Chengxi Temple, you have to wait for Xinghua.
The body is still timid and cold, and good times cannot be credited. The willow eyes are dipped in the spring water, and the sunset shines brightly on the ferry.
The mountains and rivers are dim, and the crows are shining brightly. Baobao Temple Baobao Temple has beautiful cloud peaks and green grass in the spring mountains.
Cool Zen guest room, inscribed with ice jade. On the stage of flower and rain, the sound of spring sounds to the west of the Dharma throne.
Climbing high into the vast city walls, you can see the dawn smoke in thousands of wells. Visit to Tiantai Temple in Nangu On March 3rd, at Tiantai Temple, the spirit wind entered the Dharma Hall at noon.
A fragment of a monument commemorates the country, and the mountains are full of spring grass for grazing cattle and sheep. The cypress trees in front of the courtyard are full of true meaning, and the peach blossoms at the entrance of the cave are fragrant.
He smiled and pointed to the place where he was buried, and the white clouds were my hometown. Self-inscribed Taoist costume image Shuangfeng Yaji Taoist home decoration, looking back at Yunshan, the road is long.
There is no way that the immortal beauty of Taoism can stay, while Magu’s temples have turned into frost. Yiwei New Year's Day, the sound of firecrackers scatters the crows in the forest, and the fireworks spring into thousands of homes.
The green tiles have just come to the new sun, and the palace stirrups have not been trimmed of last year's flowers. When life and death change, human feelings are fierce. When advancing or retreating, we must be careful of bad roads.
Save things, startle your heart, and pass by. Who dares to waste time? On the 22nd, I passed Tianning Temple from Baiyun Temple. Then I passed Tianning Temple, and the fragrance of flowers dyed the guest train.
The story of the moss monument, the wind protects the spring vegetables. The wild grass is thicker than embroidery, and the distant mountains are as pale as nothing.
We are looking forward to the rain now, and we are hoeing the wheat in time. When I saw Begonia in Fayuan Temple, I met Ruan Xuyun, Jiang Xushi, Shanzhi Qian and Li Renlan, and immediately engraved a poem on the wall by Qian Baifu and gave it to the old man Qian Baifu.
I read the poem well and want to see the old man Dian. Flying flowers rain around the seat, turning into cloudy blue smoke.
The Zen room is quiet in the spring day, and the fragrance is received in front of the headwind. The trees are full of old flowers in spring, and the God of Feng comes to visit us.
The green shade turns with the sun, and the red patches are blown by the wind. Encountering beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, Tanluan is surrounded by smoke.
Write poems to your friends and ask questions in front of the window. The poem rhyme engraved on the Luxiang stone of Wu County when visiting the Kongshui River goes from the stream to the mountain tower for seven miles, and it is flat and does not bother to break the teeth of the clogs.
There is a spring below and a stone hall above, where thousands of Buddhas are wonderfully separated. The moss has disappeared from the past, and the dense green has no beginning.
How long has the ancient wall of Longquan been lost? How can spring ice on the tail of a tiger be worn? In the evening, water birds come to the fishing beams, reflecting the mountains and green beaches.
Enjoyment in life must be timely, and time spent is gone like a arrow. The remnant stele of the Kaiyuan Dynasty is embedded in the cliff. Fortunately, Luxiang was able to inscribe poems on it.
On the way out of the mountain, I looked at the mountain again, and the two rivers merged to form Manshui. The east wind of Mal's ear blows the face with fragrance, and the mandarin ducks and jade are astonishing.
Gui Tu asked me when will the pear and peach blossoms bear fruit. The misty spring waves have been idle forever, and the world has been like this for a long time.
How can we stay together in a deer-drawn chariot and travel around the city through clouds and water? Walking at night at the foothills of Cuiwei Mountain, we stayed at Longquan Nunnery. We walked straight into the depths of the clouds, and passed through the woods in pairs with stirrups.
The cold mountain air is not too cold when blowing on the noodles, and the sky is full of stars. In the summer, I returned from a boat trip to the east of the city. I didn't go to the east of the city for thirty years, and the clouds and water were covered with sky.
The new grasshoppers on the wild shore occasionally chirp, but the dead trees at the mountain gate are still there. It is no longer the monks who welcomed guests in the past, but I still remember the time when Liu tied the boat.
The wind blows all the way to wake up from the drunkenness, and the heavy city looks west across the mist. At the end of the year, I sent it to Brother Zhong with Dongpo Hezi. From the bitter cold, I saw the rhyme and the north wind blew up after the snow. At the end of the year, the New Year approaches.
When should I return to my guest? If you don’t have enough food during the journey, you may be prone to diseases and wither your beauty.
Two books are sent in January, and one book contains five or six articles. Tell me what happened to me as a guest, it's a little good.
The county magistrate traveled with him, and I liked it. My brother is a scholar, and all he has left is green felt.
Be wise and wise to protect yourself, think about retreating and advance cautiously. There are different sources, please see Qi and Xi.
Be happy with the way, don’t worry about poverty, look up to the sky and be worthy of it. And when the spring breeze comes, everything will be fresh.
I send it with a broken fox fur coat and a pair of green jade robes. Looking up at the southern clouds, new geese will spin north.
The first time at forty, I can’t feel free from all kinds of emotions, and my tears flow empty when I miss my loved ones. There is no news about the wild geese in the next year, but the poems and scrolls are rewarded by singing in the old age.
Time has passed by, and shocking and surprising things have faded away. I can still recall my childhood, but I still have dreams about the old traces in the east wind.
Since the death of my late husband, I have not intended to write poems. In the winter window, I have reviewed the manuscripts. There are many poems that are sung and touching, and I will remember them for a long time. I will never forget them, so I gave them numbers. I don’t dare to complain, and I remember the misfortune of my life. It also shows the beginning of Zhao. The two children were sitting around the stove in Nanrong, it was dark and the sky was about to snow. When I opened the book and read the excerpts, I felt extremely painful and silent.
Due to the decline of the body, there are many tears and unclear eyes. The immortal ascended to immortality and returned to Yujing in a happy mood.
There are children who are stubborn and naughty, and there are girls who are still infants. Buckets of millet and feet of cloth cannot do anything.
There are several rafter houses in the back alleys, so different from the feeling of an empty valley. The children cry, the sorrow shakes the heart.
I almost want to die under the spring, but I dare not take it lightly. How can I, a humble concubine, pity myself and teach my son to be successful?
On Jihai’s birthday, my husband cried. The empty room was cold and quiet due to the cold east wind.