The opportunity to meet is really rare, when the separation is difficult to part, and also the Dongfeng will be the late spring weather, flowers withered, more sad. Spring silkworm cocoon to die when silk spit, candles to burn into ash, like tears of wax to drip dry. Women dress up in the morning mirror, only worry about rich clouds of hair change color, youth disappeared. Men at night long insomnia, must feel the cold moon invade. The other party's residence is not far away in the Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to pass, can not be expected. I hope some emissary like a blue bird will gallantly search for my lover.
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