Eighty or eighty years of memories of reunion, eight hundred, eight hundred miles of haunting dreams, 80,000, 80,000 times passed by, no matter how long the time meandered, no matter whether there was a meeting in the twists and turns of fate, let the four seasons toss and turn for a few spring and autumn, hidden in my heart, embraced in my dreams, every day and every night, years and years, I have always been there, you have always been there. - Preface

1) Spring Tibetan words: the south wind stirs the north and returns to the swallow, and the north water shakes the silver carp from the south. How many weeds steal green, make up a season of spring sleep. The fish jumps, the birds are happy, and the safflower and green grass compete for beauty. Spring is near, looking at Bo Ying's lingering, the truth is pitiful. When spring is far away, the hope is returning, and the night is also beautiful. It is said that spring gives birth to spring, and the double butterfly is warm. Who knew that at this moment, he was sad, miserable and miserable, and no one cared about it.

1') In the white apple island, the spring is late. Ten thousand birds are derived, thousands of fish leap into their minds, and the good times are old poems. It's wonderful, verdant and the years are fateful, and the sky and the earth are bright. No matter how wonderful it is, and another dream, there will be no time to see you after saying goodbye. recalls the love of the past, and often thinks of the man in green in front of the court, and he has ever met again. Sauvignon Blanc, missing, pitiful frequently who doesn't know.

2) Xia Yanci: The moon is easy to think, which makes people embarrassed. Long remember, invite old friends, go on a long trip. Green jade condensation Langxuan Pavilion, white milk invites Chinese drink high-rise buildings. A few lines, a few groans, a few people go. It can also be known that the bright moon can be lost occasionally. It can also be known that the couple is separated frequently. The sky is changeable, people are difficult to stay, and the feelings are long. Xing'er doesn't understand my suffering, and Yue'er doesn't understand my worries. Sauvignon Blanc, missing, summer into autumn.

2') A lingering, a person forgetting to return, an emotion. The red ba, the golden scales are rising and falling. The summer breeze rises in the blue, the autumn is cool and dyed with red dust, and the sky is good. The interest rises, the road turns back to the peak and wants to stay immortal. How to disturb the mind when it gradually disappears and is bored. The old knowledge is a lot of things at this time, how can I find it now. Wandering the world is lonely, close to missing, but waiting for a long way. It's hard to see each other, it's hard to see each other, it's ten thousand years at a glance, half away from the land and half colorful.

3) Autumn fan: cold and white dew, the first break in the dark and twilight, and a romantic trip with a couple. Let the road be bumpy, run to the heart. I hate parting alone in my life, how many things and who I have been old with. New worries are also forced to take a break, which is also difficult. Hugh! They are gone, and they are all laughing and talking, and it is difficult to stay. Wandering the exterior of Guozhen, clearing the ditch and hugging the building. Lookout in front of the wooden tree, should feel me, sincere head. At the head of the house, the branches of cinnamon are fluttering, and they are dyed yellow. But how do you know, more and more sloppy.

3') Sunny to cloudy, old dragonflies, people walking. The green water is everywhere, and the yellow leaves are fluttering in the wind. Even if it is clever, it is a single scene, and it is empty. This autumn, the wooden tree hides the golden moon, and the fragrance is spread; Winter is more waiting for plum blossoms and snow, and the pride is proud. Who accompanies whom, who reads whom, a pair is missing. Regret for a long time, how can you return to the wonderful? Dying old age, regret and shame after a good dream.

4) Snow drifting words: a thin snow, a lovesickness, a true feeling. The sky is forcing the twilight of the year, and the snow is falling to whoever is given it, only for one night. When I often remember, I am melancholy when I am born. I think about who I walked with yesterday. I thought about it again, but this invitation was cold. Even if you are happy in the past day, how can you be an enemy, and you will be sad in the future. The world is always a woman, and this time the first is adding a separation.

4') Yesterday was delayed, and tonight I recalled, an old heart. When the distant feelings still exist, the shadow frequently disturbs the heart, and the sleepless night is a crazy poem. I still remember, the stars and the moon are bright, and I am full of love and pity. It is also unforgettable, apricot and cherry blossoms, and laughs like a fairy. In the past, lovesickness, rain and joy, can be perceived. How can the creation gradually fade, never cherished, there is nothing to do, and it has become a vestire. A new addition to the peers has begun. Forget it, don't give up, the most bitter thing in the world is parting.

Postscript: Yesterday's dream trail was fragrant, and the snow was full of hoppy pulp. If the breeze chases the bright moon, I will live up to the sunshine (love).

Facing the river, the wet east wind boat whimpered. An oar, a boat, bits and pieces. A person, a sea, faintly floating. The wind blew again, and the rain fell, but it was dark. Holding the oars, alone, not seen, not dispersed. The waves slapped on the back, and the watchman in the room, wanted to go home, went home, and missed her.

I've been waiting, but it's a pity that I've been waiting for the vicissitudes of life, waiting for the life to be short, waiting for the death of my thoughts, but I can't wait for that Yingying smiling face, is it no longer possible.

People are scattered and the market is closed, and it has entered the season of sorrow. Worry about the empty sky, miss and fall asleep. There is no fate in this life, and there is no way to meet again in the next life. Woohoo complains and is sad and sad, lost and depressed like a ghost, and mentally disabled and difficult to understand. The vultures are gradually melancholy, and the lingering gloom has been brewing.