I have been reading poetry and books in the village for ten years, and I have spent so much time waiting for my hair to grow old.
At that time, we were young and separated, and everything will be over when the flowers fall.
Let the wind and rain pass your life, pour wine and make tea and wait for people to return.
We will meet again in the world one day, and we should have no regrets for thousands of miles in the green mountains.
He is the son of the Prime Minister of South Korea and is confident and unrestrained, while he is a scholar with an unknown background and is as gentle as jade.
He and he first met in the green mountains and parted by the vast river. The reunion on the mountain brought everything to naught, and the gaze on the lake awakened the deep dream.
The moonlight illuminates everything, is it separation or harmony? Every year on this night, the moon shines brightly, and people are thousands of miles long.