The willow trees are green on their branches, and we go out to the lake embankment together in spring.
The gentle breeze blows across the beauty's face, and the drizzle touches her clothes.
When we first met, we fell in love, and when we met again, we decided to stay together forever.
The mandarin ducks are covered with folds of brocade tents, and the thrush hands are arranging their temples in the mirror.
We got married in the same room in March, and looked at the green mountains together in April.
In May, tea cups are divided relative to each other; in June, gold is poured out against the Cui Tower.
Gratitude is like a red candle that drains away tears, love flows like floating clouds in two places.
We have made a sweet promise to each other, but now it's someone else's death.
The newlyweds came out of the room laughing and calling for their groomsmen and appliques.
The old man stood alone in the orphanage, looking forward to his husband and crying lightly.
The autumn rain cuts off the sycamore leaves, and the winter snow desolates the thin clothes.
Spring arrives late, the sun does not enter, and the cold grass is half-grown in the courtyard.
I met my husband at the spring equinox last year, and we were drunk together in the West Pond.
This year is the vernal equinox again, and it's slightly cold at dusk when I lean on Xiuzhuang.
There is no place to complain when I suppress my lovesickness, I think about it in my dream in the window.
The shadow of bamboo shakes the bright moon, and the cold night pillow is sad and sad.
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