Life is alive, and confidants are hard to find. Whenever it is time to part, that sorrow can't help but rush into the heart, often not separated, the thought has been born.
Amorous parting since ancient wounds, more that kan, snubbed the Autumn Festival! The autumn wind rises, the grass withers, and the inexplicable sadness makes people cry, at this time, to say goodbye, more sadness.
The peach blossom pond is thousands of feet deep, and it is not as deep as Wang Lun sent me affection. You come to send me, and I am at peace. Holding hands and looking at each other's tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked, this went thousands of miles, it was difficult to find information, two hands clasped, a thousand words wanted to say goodbye, only turned into four lines of clear tears, and hid the thoughts deep in the heart.
If the teaching has no hatred under his eyes, he does not believe that there are white heads in the world. Now away from the intestines, tears are difficult to harvest, and the next year the plum is like snow, but remember who was drunk for whom to wake up? To this day, I still hate to part lightly.
Don't worry about the road ahead, don't know yourself, no one in the world knows the king. A thousand words, there is a difference in the end, do not say that confidants are difficult to find, the heavens and the earth are vast, where can not be home? I only hope that I will see you again and be able to say goodbye to each other.
Wanlan sent a guest to Xianyang Road. If the sky is affectionate, it is also old. If you meet again, on the Chang'an Ancient Road, can you stand shoulder to shoulder with the horses? The wine has been exhausted, the emotions are difficult to break, and now the cups and plates are in disarray, and I laugh at the sky and go out, my generation is a basil person, from then on, the moon and the breeze are companions, and the green mountains and green waters are home, but it is also very good.
Qingshan is the same as the clouds and rain, and Mingyue He was once two townships. Thousands of miles apart, if you have the bright moon to see each other, why not make other places your hometown, maybe you can feel a little relieved. Life does not meet, moving like participating in business, thinking of that year, feeling miserable, only wishing to cherish each other, the rest of their lives are safe.
Last year's flowers were a farewell, and today's flowers have been blooming for a year. I don't know what year it is, but you who have other places in mind may only be able to convey my thoughts. The flowers blossom and thank you, flowing east with the water, and the ears are like you whispering and singing: A different like a si, falling pear blossom moon and west.
Spring is not green, sideburns first silk. Don't be sad for a long time. Over the years, when I think about the past, I can't help myself. Leaving my hometown for many years, recently half-consuming, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, thousands of stars turned into thousands of rain filaments, have you ever brought me the message of my hometown?
In the dream, I do not know that I am a guest, and all that I want is ultimately vain, only that I am alone and alone, infinite rivers and mountains, and it is easy to see and difficult to see.
Autumn colors are getting thicker, and now the souls are eclipsed, only to be separated!
Text/Jining Haida Xingzhi School Chinese Studies Teacher Li Junru
One point number one source Sinology
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