Let me pause this article for now. I suddenly found that it is very difficult to write a work, no matter whether it is good or bad.
Hats off to all authors!
Tanka line
Luji
Place wine in the high hall, and sing tragic songs.
Life span is as long as the morning dew.
There is no reset in time, and the flowers are no longer sunny.
The apples are illuminated by the glow of spring, and the orchids are illuminated by the fragrance of autumn.
The days to come are short and the days to come are long and bitter.
I am not happy today because crickets are in the room.
Joy brings joy, sadness leads to separate chapters.
How can I say that I have no feelings? I am worried about my son forgetting.
My wine is the taste, and my food is the taste.
Short songs can be sung, and the long nights are endless.
Everyone laments that time flies by and time no longer exists.
But you and I will be together in eternity.