A poem describing the growing estrangement between husband and wife

The wind rustled in the clouds.

Dreams are gentle, but the color is hard to keep.

Standing in front of the building, I yearn for it. At night, people are quiet and cold.

The most is acacia.

Hurt Iraqis and lose the road to the world of mortals.

Times have changed, and lead China hates eyebrows.

Queqiao Xiantanabata

After many years, I am full of love and hope to return to my hometown.

Feng Xiaomeng sees the long night, and the moon is thousands of miles away, which adds to his thoughts.

I've met several times and I'm afraid to meet, so I'm worried.

The festival has come to the magpie flying bridge again. I miss you and me. Where is it tonight?

(of a young woman) complaining in the boudoir.

In the morning, chickens crow and dogs crow. Motome likes to hide the door before putting on makeup.

Looking at the Shili Pavilion from afar, pedestrians wear saddle dust.

Leaning against the railing and looking forward to dusk, my heart drops tears, causing old marks.

On the moon, the tall buildings are sad and beautiful, and the dim light shines on the soul of the old friend.

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