After a farewell, two places are in suspense,
It was only said that it was March or April, but who knew it was five or six years ago.
There is no intention to play the lyre, and there is no way to pass down the eight-line script.
The nine-link chain is broken in the middle, and the gaze of the ten-mile long pavilion is about to penetrate.
Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all helpless to complain.
Thousands of words can't be said, and I can't stand it until I'm bored.
Chongjiu climbs high to see the lonely geese, the moon is full in August and the Mid-Autumn Festival is not round.
In July and a half, I burn incense and hold candles and ask the sky. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes fans and I feel chilled.
In May, pomegranates are like fire but are watered by bursts of cold rain.
In April, before the loquats turn yellow, I want to look in the mirror and feel confused.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March, and the kite strings are broken in February.
Lang Ya Lang hopes that in the next life you will be a girl and I will be a boy.
===== Four people wear it at the same time. How rich is my imagination =====
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