After a farewell
Suspense in two places
Just say it's March and April
Who knows five or six years
Playing the lyre carelessly
The eight-line script cannot be passed down
The nine-link chain is broken from it
The ten-mile long pavilion makes you want to see through it
Thoughts
Thousands of thoughts
I have no choice but to blame Lang
Thousands of words can't describe it
Boredom and boredom
Chongjiu climbs high to see the lone wild goose
The moon is round during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August and people are not round
In the middle of July, burn incense and candles and ask the sky
The Dog Days fan in June makes me feel chilly
In May, pomegranates are like fire but are watered by bursts of cold rain.
In April, the loquats are not yet yellow. I want to look into the mirror and feel confused.
In a hurry, the peach blossoms turn with the water in March
Piao Ling Ling How many times did the kite string break in February?
Lang Ya Lang, I wish you would be a girl and I would be a boy in the next life.