1, "Sauvignon Blanc. It's hard to turn back. There are rumors that Gaolan is defended by letters. Longcheng is far away. The door is cold. Trouble becomes thin and becomes drama. The belt is naturally wide. I miss you today. Who is looking at the waist? " Southern and Northern Dynasties Xu Ling "Sauvignon Blanc? 》
Sauvignon Blanc, with the flavor of folk songs, is diverse in variety, rhythmic in length and in line with the melody of music. Pause can better show the duration of that emotion. I miss you, but I know it's hard for you to come back. I heard that you were ordered by the emperor to guard the border. It's far from Longcheng. I heard that Yanmenguan is very cold in autumn. Why am I not worried? It is because I am worried about fear and your life and death that I am thin, and now I am naturally thinner.
I miss you, but I can't see you. Who else can hold my waist like you, really distressed and caressed? This last sentence is beautiful, with the innocence and simplicity of folk songs in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and naturally expresses feelings and contacts. On the contrary, this sad poem has the bitterness and sweetness of human love.
2. "Sauvignon Blanc. Meet again after a long separation. My husband has gone away, and his voice is gone. The water in Hunan is very deep. Long head pharynx. In the red bucket account. Green leaves are distinct and the strings are unique. A building 100 feet high. Worried about Sanqiu's fast knot. " Sui Qiang is always "Sauvignon Blanc"
It can be seen from the epitaph of Jiang, the general manager of Sui Dynasty that the epitaph of Sauvignon Blanc had a fixed and mature format in Sui Dynasty. Or write about a woman who misses her husband at the border. Because when I went to the border, there were fewer letters, and gradually there were no letters. It's not like a person may change his mind when he arrives in the prosperous land of the south of the Yangtze River. But if there is no letter from the border for a long time, it is likely that the war is tight or people are no longer there.
My hometown is near Xiangjiang River, and my husband went to the northern frontier, which is also three thousand miles away. How can a woman settle down in the beautiful Xiangjiang River? In the red fighting tent in autumn, the piano is broken. The woman ran to the tallest building and looked at the north. She must have felt something. Melancholy troubles and pains are entangled in the wind in Sanqiu. This poem is not so much a lovesickness as a deeper feeling between husband and wife and a woman's enlarged heart.