I've missed you for years.
Beggars' Day, Another Seven Years.
Meet for a few autumn, the old scene is like yesterday.
The window covers the moon and the semicircle, and the dust increases or decreases.
Shallow Milky Way across the bank, cowherd and other weaver girls look forward to it.
Magpie birds are bustling, and it is another year of magpie bridge fairy.
Yingying's eyes are full of tears, and it is difficult to tell her endless ignorance.
The breeze sweeps the bright moon, and chrysanthemums are yellow and acacia.
I woke up drunk on the sofa, just before midnight.
Who peeked? The fairy caressed among magpies.
If you want to go to the grave, you can borrow a lonely soul for nine days.
Love dust, who is * * * ChanJuan's studio?
The sound of smoke and mud can last for years.
As beautiful as a flower, every cup has its ups and downs.
How do mandarin ducks swallow bitter fruit when they gather and disperse?
This is a threesome, and there is no sleep in all directions.
Who is urging you to miss?
To escape addiction, you shouldn't be gentle every night when you miss you.
Love and hate double flowers, cut constantly and disorderly.