Poems about marital discord.

Bridget Ye Fei left the flower alone, smiling mercilessly and sighing at other people's delusions. The bird that used to fly with me is now unknown. High mountains and flowing water end in a song, and bosom friends are hard to find wet cheeks. Sleeping empty leaves the past bitter, and the empty room knows it!

As soon as the rain falls, it can't fly to the sky, and it's hard to take back the water. The feelings of Emperor Wu and Gillian, their own affairs. The beautiful hibiscus flower has become a desolate grass today. If you convince people with beauty, the good days are very short. Li Bai, the misfortune of my concubine

Tears are more silent, and I no longer regret the fickle feelings of the past. I can't draw with the help of Dan Qing's emphasis on knowledge, Ying Ying, and sadness.

I can't speak clearly. I woke up early in the middle of the night. I woke up early. MUBI cried all night before the wind. "Nanxiangzi" is an inscription for forgetting his wife.

If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. What's more, with luck, I will wish Mulan a farewell speech that day.