Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Difficult, difficult, difficult.
As soon as the fairy of Queqiao in Qin Guan met the golden wind and jade dew, she won numerous victories.
Li Bai's long and short poems are long and short. Missed the door, only to know the pain of acacia. ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; If I had known that I missed you today, I would have never met you.
You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and my concubine lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water. When will this water stop and when will this hatred end? I hope your heart is the same as mine, and this hatred will always exist.
Liu Yongyu's bell was cold and mournful, and the account was long and the pavilion was late. Lanzhou urged him to send it, holding hands and staring with tears, but he was silent and sobbing. Over the years, customs are strange, and who to talk to. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.
Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, and the cold autumn festival is even worse! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?