Liu Yong (Northern Song Dynasty)
Now that spring has come, it is green and red, and the heart is like cocoa. In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk. Crispy and cloud-averse. Tired of combing all day. It's nothing. When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book.
If I had known. Regret not locking the saddle. When I arrived at the phoenix window, I was only concerned with that person, like a pipe, and I was rigidly attached to teaching chanting lessons. Follow the town and don't give up. Needle and thread are idle. Sit with Yi. And me. Avoid youth, lightness and yin deficiency.