It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Thirty years of life and death, I don't think about it, I am unforgettable, I am alone in the grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
4 build a position, the Millennium is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
If you are old in five days, the right way in the world is vicissitudes.
I will never regret the widening of my belt, and I will languish for Iraq.
Hold your hand, and grow old together
How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
9 wordless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely sycamore deep courtyard locks the clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
10 Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever.