Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"
As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron? -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. At this point, the night is awkward. -Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words"
There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy. -Anonymous "Feng Qiu Qin Huang Ge"