Poetry that people who want to love can't love.

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc,

If you ask Acacia, it's too late.

Unless we meet.

Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc,

Who do you want to talk to about lovesickness?

Shallow lovers don't know

Song Shi Xiao You's Dead Hua Lian

I will miss you forever. If you want to talk about lovesickness, you have to see the ending. I want to write acacia. How to miss each other? Acacia in the fundus. Even if you write acacia, who will send it? How many lovesickness tears. Tears together damage the word acacia.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin's A Short Message to a Northern Friend on a Rainy Night.

When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. ?

When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.

Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin paid homage to Cui Yong and Cuizhou in the snail pavilion.

Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. ?

Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

Song: Lu You's "Chai Feng Hong Crisp Hands"

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!