When is the bright moon? I ask the sky about the wine, but I don't know what year it will be.

I want to go home by the wind, but I'm afraid of a beautiful building, and I can't stand the cold at the top. I dance to find out the shadow.

Why is it like being on earth?

I turn to Zhuge, and I don't sleep. There should be no hate. Why should we leave each other?

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine. It is difficult to complete this matter in ancient times.

I wish you a long life. * * * Chan Juan

(I miss my younger brother)

2 My clothes are getting wider and I don't regret it, and I am emaciated for Iraq.

3 Last year, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off.

People don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling.

4 It's easy to see when it's difficult.

the flowing water has gone out in spring, which is heaven and earth.