If you keep cutting, you will be confused. This is a parting from sadness. Don't have a taste in my heart.
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.
A curtain of autumn rain, maple leaves all over the city, lonely pillow sleepless!
Suddenly I heard singing on the shore. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, but not as good as Wang Lun.
Several peaks are bitter, and it is rainy in Shang Lue.
If you don't come back in the prime of life, it will be difficult to get up in the morning.
The whole world is muddy. I'm alone. Everyone is drunk. I wake up alone.
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? From teaching to giving, the green window is red with tears, and the early geese are early warblers.
Trembling with fear, such as falling into the abyss, walking on thin ice.
Luo Zhang's lamp is faint, sobbing in his dream: it is his spring that brings sadness. Where does it lead? But I don't understand, I'm going home!
Apes on both sides of the Taiwan Strait can't stop crying. The canoe has crossed the Chung Shan Man.
Ten years of Yangzhou dream, brothel notoriety.