when * * * cuts the candle at the west window, but talks about evening rain.

Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked, but I thought about it, and thousands of miles of smoke and waves sank into the sky.

Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, which is not as good as Wang Lun's.

I don't regret the widening of my belt, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

You live at the head of the Yangtze River, and I live at the tail of the Yangtze River. I miss you day and night, but I don't see you. I drink the Yangtze River water.

I'm worried about the bright moon, and I'll stay with you until the night falls.