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Tang Li Shangyin
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.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
A flower and a world, a smile and a dusty fate, when people meet, there will be parting, flowers will bloom and fall, and the origin will die. All the ups and downs will one day become the window in the afternoon, and the sunshine will still be warm. In the face of time, everything will be put down.
One day, you will find that what you once wanted to hold on to is slowly put down, and what you have hurt is slowly scarred, not painless or forgotten, but put down.