I waited slowly and reluctantly, day after day, until now I have to go. How sweet the flowers on the roadside are. If they don't mean goodbye, old friends, the lords of the kingdom are very hard on us, and friends want to be lonely, I will close the door of my old garden.
When the peony stove was on fire, the peach blossoms fell. -Meng Haoran's "On the Banquet of Mei Daochang's Family".
At the end of the world, people's intestines are broken, and wherever they sail, the end of the world is broken.
Unconsciously, the nights in early autumn are getting longer and longer, the breeze is heavy and bleak, the summer heat is quiet, and there is light under the steps.
The mountain was dark when it saw it, and the darkness of the mountain flowed eastward, day and night.
Prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend. You entertain me on your farm. We look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue Yan Kai noodle garden in remote mountainous areas, and talk about mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands. Wait until the holiday in the mountains, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time.