"Don't use candles to make mud" is a three-foot platform, a farmer in the Peach Blossom Garden. Sharpen the sword and break the wall for half a century and laugh at the autumn wind. Peach and plum give me spring, and I pay green grass. Don't cover your eyes for glitz, be a winter mud mulch.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Untitled time was before I met her, but it was longer than we broke up. 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! .
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The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to part when we break up. Besides, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, which makes people feel sad. Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression. The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope an angel like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
The sadness of parting extends to the distant sunset. When I left Beijing, I felt like I was at the end of the world with a wave of my whip to the east.
I quit my job and went home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but it was not a heartless thing. It has become the soil of spring and can also play a role in cultivating the next generation.