Meng Wei Zhi Bai Juyi
When night comes, we travel hand in hand in dreams, and when we wake up in the morning, we are filled with tears.
The old man in Zhangpu was ill for three times, and the grass in Xianyang returned to autumn for the eighth time.
You buried your bones in the mud under the spring, but I sent them to the world with a head full of snow.
Ah Wei and Han Lang went there one after another, but Ye Tai was confused as to whether he knew.
Things are unpredictable, God can always make you lose something on the most ordinary day, health, money, freedom.
Li Fuzhou lost his friend on another spring day.
Avenging Du Yu, helping him take care of his family, and thinking about him all his life.
My friends who can't see clearly, my heart who can't see clearly.
Intention: I don't know what friendship is, but I want you to be well