- In this life, the poet only writes poetry for the people he likes
- It's just that I love you, and I will use up the rest of my life
- The beautiful partridges on the Jialing River, the clear blue water of the lake, the dazed me
- It was probably he who reminded me of those short-lived events, the clouds cirrusing the clouds, the warm front crossing
- Casually seeing that your eyes are full of tenderness, just for a moment, it will dim the stars in the sky
- I'll wait by the lake for you to come back, and wait until the peach blossoms in May are gone again
- The years have sung a few times, but they are not worth a word to you
- I still look at your clean handwriting sometimes, and I still remember that your heart was very vigorously written
- We have come to Japan for a long time, may you not come unharmed
- The flatness on the letter paper is appropriate, so the past days become longer
- There was dry grass and everything was barren, but my heart was like a gushing spring, nourishing a dying tree
- The March raindrops were on my shoulders, and I tucked my head in my collar, thinking of the snow in January and the wind in April and May
- Wine brewed peach blossoms in March, I read you five continents
- It's raining outside the window, some people are holding umbrellas, and some people have two sides
- In hindsight, like pigs in the past
- I miss you, mountains and rivers can be learned
- Dream to have, at least that time of the unreal world paralyzing night I like
- I wrote a piece of paper and poems, and I couldn't tell Gu Su's sorrows
- The person I miss is in that lamp city, no winter, no summer, or long winter and long summer. Just blindly in the extended letterhead, thousands of miles
- You are the kind of tea that I can't reach when I'm looking for a chapter excerpt
