Though we traveled thousands of miles, our love followed each other, and the few inches of lovesickness eventually turned into ashes.
The yellow sand is long and the moon is like frost. The red clothes of the old year are gone, and the bamboo horses are empty around the bed.
The years in the mountains are long, and the souls in the world suffer several times.
Even if there is a peerless painting pen, it is just a bowl of soup in the underworld.
You may say that you are deeply affectionate and heartbroken, but he is a hindsight and a mountain wolf.
The goddess finally followed the Xiangjiang River, and the night was long in the king's palace.
The fire of karma burns cause and effect, making the body whirling.
The crazy men and women in the world can't help but think that the people around them think that the coming year will not be spring.
And let this ignorant lamp shine on the lover, and join hands with you to share the morning and evening.