Life is floating in the blink of an eye, life is so miserable, how can you forget when you are wandering low?
I remember that when the embroidery couch was idle, the red rain was blowing, and the carvings were in the bend, leaning against the setting sun.
Dreams are hard to keep, poems cannot be continued, and I will cry even more if I win.
The remains were there, but the spirit turned around and refused to take a closer look.
Looking again at the vast blue sky, with short hair, there will definitely be frost in the morning.
In the world and in heaven, the relationship between earth and earth has not been broken, and the spring flowers and autumn moon are still hurt when I touch them.
I want to tie up my preparations, but I am shocked and shaken down. The two mandarin ducks are indifferent!
I am really helpless, and the sound of rain on the eaves is recorded in my ileum.