A haggard poem

Even when I saw her, I couldn't help falling in love with her.

Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

I hope your heart is like mine, and you won't miss me.

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

Knowing that I have been in love for a long time, I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, and there is nowhere to be sad in the lonely grave.

There are infinite painters in the world, and a sad painting can't be painted.

The beast furnace sinks hookah, the green marsh residual flower, line by line becomes acacia biography.

It seems that this star is not last night, who is the wind and dew standing in the middle of the night?

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

I am sad in my heart, I don't know that I am sad.