A poem describing a brief encounter.

A poem describing meeting late, meeting late, meeting early, meeting late. Before Qin Zheng finished playing a piece of music, Zhaoyang people were complaining.

At that time, I met and hated each other.

There are celebrities in Gaozhai. I hate to meet you late, and the old wine soldier is handsome in poetry. When you are cold, you do a thousand things with a smile.

Return your double beads, my eyes are full of tears, and I regret not meeting you before I got married.

You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.

A flat world is far away. There is no distance between you and me. I met the gentlemen late.

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me like this!

I hate seeing you late. People with human feelings leave early and fold early. It's not heartless, it's an appointment, and what goes around comes around is unpredictable.

Meeting is affectionate, but not meeting early is a pity.

It's best to meet later when climbing the mountain. It's unforgettable to talk and laugh before leaving.

Be elegant and look forward to beauty with bright eyes. Thousands of talented people from different countries meet each other and hate each other late.