Lu You and Tang Wan's Traditional Love Poems

Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. 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 as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.

Tang Wan, Chai Feng

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are broken, and I want to worry about it, leaning on the diagonal alone. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide. Hide. Hide.

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Long-haired phoenix travels on land.

Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. I'm sorry, I've been away for several years. No, no, no. Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.

Tang Wan, Chai Feng

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry, the tears are broken, and I want to worry about it, leaning on the diagonal alone. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The bugle sounded cold, the night was dim, people were afraid to ask questions, and tears pretended to be happy. Hide. Hide. Hide.