Xie's Qin poems and Xie's poems.

Lang said that the bag was once torn apart, but who can tell Qin!

Doing business today is as good as a ghost, and my heart is hanging in the air.

Think back to last spring, there was a gentleman by the river. I visited again today, but I didn't see my bosom friend.

But seeing a cup of dirt breaks my heart!

Sad, sad, sad, can't bear to cry.

Why come and go? There are dark clouds on the river bank.

Zizizizi Xi, you and I are as good as our word, and we have passed the end of the world without enough words. This song will never be played again, and the three-foot lyre will die for you! "

I'm not hitting anyone!

All smiles are friends, but it's hard to find a bosom friend.

Snobbish, snobbish, gentle, who will repeat the confidant!

Boya will not die in the clock, which is an eternal miracle.