Whether it is a flower or not, no one will cherish it.
Leaving home on the road, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful.
The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the delicate eyes want to open but also close.
Dreams follow the wind thousands of miles, looking for the man to go, but he is still there, the oriole calls.
I don't hate that these flowers have all flown away. I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are hard to decorate.
When dawn comes and the rain passes, where are the traces? A pool of broken apples.
There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust and one part of running water.
If you look closely, it's not Yanghua Dots, but Li Ren's tears.
——Shuilongyin Second Rhyme Chapter Zhifu Yanghuaci
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