Once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber looked back lazily at the flowers. Half tillage and half points, the two places are linked together, only in March and April. Who knows that in 1956, I accidentally got shot in the lyre, and I couldn't get through the eight-character regular script, and the nine chains were never interrupted. Shiliting is anxious to see all kinds of grievances, but he is helpless about Lang's grievances, and he can't say a thousand words. It's also boring to look at the lonely goose. In the dog days of June, people shake my heart, pomegranate fires in May, and flowers are cool and rainy. April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused and anxious in front of the mirror. Peach blossoms fall with the water in March, and kite strings break in February. Lang Lang, I hope that in the next life you will be a man for women and I will be a woman for men. Alas, I'm afraid of my reputation in the afterlife. I really don't know what to do. I can only wait like this. I am really tired. I really want to give up, but I can't let go.