The wind comes at dawn, the rain comes at night, and the smoke comes at night. It is he who creates the beauty of spring and ruins the fleeting years.
The spring scenery was strong that year, and it was as intoxicating as if it had been brewed with wine.
It is clear that it is useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.
From then on, there were many different roads between the north and the south. You went to Xiaoxiang and I went to Qin.
Intention: If there is no hatred in the eyes, I don't believe that there are white heads in the world.