2. Flowers drift and water flows by itself. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, only to frown, but to mind.

3, the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.

4, Mo Tao is not fascinating, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

5. into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament, told even more in silence than they had told in sound.

6. I won't regret it if my belt widens gradually. It's worthwhile growing languid for my coquette.

7. Looking for it, it's lonely and sad.

8. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and sobbed, thinking about it, and it was a thousand miles away, and the dusk was heavy.

9. Lonely boudoir makes my heart ache. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.

1. How much sorrow can you have? It's like a river flowing with water.