Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor.
Now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it, but it's a cool autumn.
Zhu, an exhortation poem
A young man is old and unlearned, and an inch of time is not light.
I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps were already autumn.
The young mermaid Jie Jiang.
Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint.
In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.
Now listen to the rain monk said that the stars are already on his temple.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless and will last until dawn.
Konakayama Zhang Liangneng
The dark flowers are bright and the spring is deep.
The little red peony has been smoked.
Wind and rain hurt songbirds.
The delay of the day was still a little cloudy.
Don't dwell on the past.
Arrange leisure time and board the plane.
Old tours are hard to find anywhere.
Nowhere to find, only the hearts of teenagers.