The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son.
She mended it carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home.
But how much love can keep this inch of grass from growing and pay for the sunshine? ?
Shi Ai: Untitled (Song) Liu Yuxi
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! .
Friendship: seeing off a friend (Tang) Li Bai.
To the north of the Great Wall is a blue mountain range, and to the east is a white waterline.
Here, you must leave me and drift away for hundreds of miles like loose grass.
I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset.
We waved goodbye and my horse neighed again and again.