It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. The spring silkworms will die when the silkworms are dead, and the wax torches will turn to ashes before the tears will dry. The mirror at dawn is sad, but the clouds on the temples have changed, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. Peng There is no way to go to this mountain, and the bluebirds are eager to visit. The opportunity to meet is really rare, and it is difficult to say goodbye when we say goodbye. Moreover, the weather of late spring is about to take off from the east wind, and the flowers have faded, which makes people even more sad. Spring silkworms spin cocoons. The silk will not be spun out until death, and the tear-like wax will drip dry when the candle is burned to ashes. The woman looks in the mirror in the morning when she is dressed up, and is only worried about her richness like clouds, the black temple hair changing color, and the youthful appearance disappearing. The man in the evening I can't sleep for a long time, and I must feel the cold moon encroaching on me. The other party's residence is not far from here, but there is no way to get there, and it is out of reach. I hope that there will be a messenger like a blue bird who will diligently visit my lover and come and go for me. Deliver the message.