However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor.
(3) The bank widens until the low tide; Listen to the frogs; Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence; Then I know that pine and cypress will wither.
In spring, silkworms will weave until they die, and the wax torch will start to dry up because of tears; Looking up, I found it was moonlight? I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
(5) Only shallow grass can have no horseshoe; It rains at home in Huangmei season; Talking about the late rain; Iron horse glacier dream.