Poetry about deep brotherhood

I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is one less person planting dogwood trees everywhere.

Be kind to each other and treat each other with sincerity and sincerity.

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun’s love for me.

Brothers are jealous of each other and guard their affairs outside the wall. Every time they have good friends, there is no war.

The flesh and bones are connected to the branches and leaves, and friendship is also related to each other. We are brothers all over the world, who is the traveler?

My brothers are all scattered, and I have no family to ask about life and death.

The swallows in front of the hall are hidden in winter and come to see you in summer. There are two or three brothers living in other counties.

Boil the beans to make soup, and drain the black beans to make juice. The beetroots are blooming under the cauldron, and the beans are weeping in the cauldron. They originate from the same root, so there is no need to rush into mutual conflict.

The sound of drums interrupts the pedestrian movement, and there is a sound of wild geese on the edge of autumn.

The dew is white tonight, and the moon is bright in my hometown.

Go to Prozac. Sincerely, brothers. Yiyi to the neighbors. After drinking in the capital tent. Thank you from now on. She shed tears and chased her ex-partner away.

A message to the red bridge under the water, when will the boat find its brothers? It’s so old to travel all over the world!