Those dried herbs
It is said that they are long-dead grass
The vicissitudes of life
Allow me to suffer quietly
< p> Gather gently and twist slowlyThe long-lasting vicissitudes of life are poured out one by one
Until the fragrance of medicine is dancing
Flying like a butterfly
< p> I take it at the same time every dayLet the bitterness like yellow lotus trample my taste again and again
And my mother said
You are not sick. Count it hard
Thank God
Finally heard a sentence that is both gratifying and encouraging
Good medicine must be bitter
I hope that when the medicine arrives, it will definitely Cure illness
As the saying goes, people are not like plants
But the vicissitudes of this man
He has to rely on the vicissitudes of this herb to heal
< p> Is it the vicissitudes of grassor the sadness of people
How many vicissitudes of life are there for me to swallow
I hope< /p>
I can find a cure
that can remove all kinds of pain in life
I am willing
to pay for it with thousands of gold
Decoction and take on time