No tourists, one east and one west.
Don't look back when you go out, but trust the wheels and horseshoes.
The road is long, and the mountains are high and the sea is wide.
It may be difficult to send a book when you are away from home, but you can find another time when you are in the sky.
Rain fell on the clouds, they met for a while and finally divorced.
I'm not my son today. I'm safe and sound.
"Hang Hang Hot Kangtou" is unknown in Chinese.
You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine.
Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe.
North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become.
Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end.
There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
3, "Jiangchengzi" Song Sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
Lonely soul, desolate with nowhere to talk.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. ?
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
4. "Five-character Poetry Self-Thinking" Volume 4 "Tang? Yuan Zhen
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
5, "butterfly lovers" Song Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.