? I once picked a piece of peach blossom and let the season wither at my fingertips, but I don't know how to take inventory of the lost brilliance. There is a poem in Daoyuan:
? "Let's stay late and write about Merry"
Make a mantra with a little ink, time and space,
And stay late to write about Merry.
? Hope that the golden autumn will pass through the eyes,
Who will stab the harp with lovesickness.
The wrinkles on my heart are hard to get rid of,
The yearning for exile is still shallow.
I don't know how to write flatly,
Still burning moon shyly.
(One of the 3,000 love poems) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com