Even when those red berries come in spring, human feelings have been as thin as paper since ancient times. I didn't look back at the end of the world, and I was afraid to see Shuang Yanzi. Whose poem

Even when those red berries come in spring, human feelings have been as thin as paper since ancient times. I didn't look back at the end of the world, and I was afraid to see Shuang Yanzi. Whose poem is this? What's its name? It's called "decisive words"

Author: Lesnea. If you don't watch it, the evening in China is like a dream, and everything in the world is flowing.

Even when those red berries come in spring, human feelings have been as thin as paper since ancient times.

I didn't look back at the end of the world, and I was afraid to see Shuang Yanzi.

Yingying is separated by water, and Jiangnan Jiangbei is worried about this.

The withered west wind crosses the jade pass, and the dream soul travels thousands of miles in one night.

Dark tears will be wiped away one after another, and I will never pay attention to my face again.

The mirror of treasure will still be opened for you, but it is estimated that it will be broken today.

I have to be tongue-tied to respect you, but I can cry with a cuckoo's heart.

The willow is bent and tied with a skirt, and I am willing to hold a bar around you.

Affectionate and easy to abandon, only hate meeting at the beginning.

There are also children crying in other places, and the sound hurts the journey.

Please try the azaleas. Thin beauty should be like this.

At first, instead of knitting a red hibiscus branch in front of the courtyard, I could weave a heroine for the morning glory in the sky.

When we met on July 7, we didn't move.

The kind that can fly in the morning and evening and blow from east to west to north and south.

Can't split in two, hate two lovesickness.

Opposite and so on, you should know later.

The spring breeze stirred the shrike's language, but it was thrown away at this time.

Shake hands and ask each other, and then stop talking.

Your feelings are certain, but my intentions are uneven.

If you die, you will have a long and painful life.

A day without sight is three years, and three years are different.

The wind is small and the water is only a wave, and the bamboo shoots are high.

In spring, peaches and plums compete with others and climb.

I take care of myself. I can make you like snow.

I feel the difference between breaking a mirror and seeing blood other than tears.

Fortunately, others are not my first, and safety can make others' goals not mine.

It's over, Vega. Don't go to Huanggu.

We meet temporarily once a year, and there is nothing wrong across the river.

But I have been homesick for a long time and can't enjoy it for the time being.

Hongqiao becomes thinner at night, and the dragon enters the early train.

Life hates wild cranes coming home late, and death hates chickens knowing the season.

The dawn is fading, and Huaxing wants to die.

Year after year, how can a year be timely?

On this delivery day, it's better to die than to leave.

God is jealous, pity each other, and it is inconvenient to teach each other to refuse.