Luo Dai is fragrant, just like the red beans when it was parted.
The tears are new, the golden thread is old, and the heart is broken.
A pair of delicate swallows are still in season last year.
The green shade is thick, the grass is resting, and the willow flowers are wild.
Her identity is unknown, and she hides in the world, causing wind, frost, snow, rain and cold.
He is mysterious and unpredictable, and he is above all others, so there is no need to worry about being infatuated with others.
A jiuquanzi.
A lifetime in a dream.
If there is no darkness, then light will no longer be light.
If there is no sorrow, then there is no point in chasing.
Are you still where you are?
I have reached the critical point.