The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is shaking. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.
Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don't lean on the dangerous building near the high building. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.
Intention: to live