This poem is about a woman who misses her lover, but when her lover comes back, she moves on.

You can foresee the sunset when it comes out of the front door. The smelting capacity is colorful and the fragrance is overflowing.

Fang is made of incense, I dare not. Heaven does not take away people's wishes, so it makes Nong see Lang.

I went out at sunset and thought about how to dress up. I dressed myself up brightly and the fragrance floated far away.

I wear perfume and dress up beautifully. I walked quietly all the way, afraid to be seen by others. Finally, I met my lover.

Don't comb your hair in the past; The silk quilt has two shoulders. Wan's knee is not poor either.

I haven't been able to open it since I left I dare not ignore my head, pink and yellow.

Rugged and resentful, you will get the wind and cloud. Yulin language is full of stones, and sorrow and thinking are the same.

I never used to comb my hair, put it on my shoulders and reach my lover's legs. At that time, I was very beautiful and lovely.

Since I left my lover, my dressing box has never been opened and I dare not take care of my hair. The powder fell and scattered on the old clothes.

I can't see my lover, so I miss him sadly, and finally I get news from him thousands of miles away, just like the whisper between Yulin and Shique. We all miss each other and are very sad.

Seeing that my mother likes charm, I hope I can marry Jin Lan. It is difficult to manage a horse without warp and weft weaving.

When I first wanted to know Lang, my two hearts were one. If you put silk into the machine, you won't realize it.

I am very happy to see my lover, and my face has become beautiful because of this. I want to marry him. It seems that when we first met, both hearts were equally eager for each other.

(PS: Personally, I think it should be See Lang. This paragraph is about a woman meeting a lover, and it doesn't mean "mother". )

Just as a loom can't weave cloth without silk thread. Put the silk thread into the loom, where can you worry about weaving cloth?

The front silk is broken and lingering, and I want to have sex. Spring silkworm is susceptible, and silkworm has been revived.

We broke up tonight. When shall we meet again? Bright light shines on the empty board, and the time is not long.

I miss my former lover and want to marry him. After seeing him, I feel that silkworm is as easily moved by love, and acacia is born again.

When can I meet you when I leave my lover tonight? That day is like a bright light shining on an empty chessboard, and the end time is still far away.

I haven't consulted Belang since he came. Berberis (Bo, four tones) is hard.

Hibiscus is planted on the mountain and passes through Huangbaiwu. When you get a lotus, it's hard for a displaced baby.

I have been sighing every day since I left my lover. As if phellodendron amurense (deciduous trees) were clustered into a forest, my repressed thoughts were also layered and repeated.

I miss him every day in the mountains and finally meet him. How difficult it is to be displaced. (PS: figuratively speaking, that's almost what it means, but I don't know exactly)

Think about the front door, think about the back door. Smile at whom, and remember you in your stomach.

Take a pillow and lie in the north window. Lang comes, he plays. How long can you sympathize with the rudeness of Chongtian?

You can't eat in the village, but you can't walk in the village. Vote for Joan and walk all day.

I want him to go out from the front door in the morning and come back from the back door at night. I have so much to say to him, I want to smile at him, but he is not here, so I can only miss him quietly.

I am lying on the pillow by the north window. I was very happy when he came. I am eager to see him. I wonder how long I can be with him.

Thought of here, I can't eat without chopsticks. I play chess and chat every day to get rid of the pain of lovesickness.

Up to now, lovers travel far and wide, and the woman yearns for it. Finally, the lover comes back and the two meet. Let's start writing about the lover's empathy, marrying another woman, and then being sad. Until the end)

Lang is taken by others, which is a matter of negative farming. Qi (1) is restless and has no complicated meaning.

You will get old when you are young. Don't believe in Nong language, look at the grass under the frost.

However, he married the people around him, which made me crazy. I left the door unlocked, and you didn't come to see me on purpose.

Hey, marry your lover in time when you are young, or you will get old when you wait. If you don't believe me, look at the frosted weeds.

Blue sandalwood (Ze, two tones) inscribed brocade, and the double skirt reopened today. I have promised to wear it around my waist. Who can untie my clothes?

Always worried about two meanings, today's joy is not unified. Dead fish will muddy the water and grow clean.

I'm wearing a skirt. I don't know who will untie the belt around my waist. (PS: I don't know what the first sentence means ...)

I often worry that he will have second thoughts, and now he has really started a new life. Dried fish always live in muddy water, which is out of touch with clear water.

I'm sad when I'm happy, and I'm happy when I laugh. If you don't see the connection tree, different roots start from the same one.

The feeling of joy begins with diligence and ends with loneliness after sighing. Tortoise shell in Phnom Penh, bright outside and thin inside.

He is sad when he is worried about me, and he is glad when he laughs at me. I love him so much, but our feelings are like that tree, which gives birth to another root.

I lamented that he was diligent at first, but later he was left out in the cold. He presented many jewels.

Don't linger behind tears, your lovesickness is full of sadness. Memories of abdominal erosion and rupture of liver and intestine.

The road is too close to count, which leads to cold. There is no east water. When will you go back to the west?

I have been in Lacrimosa all day since I left him, and it makes me sad to miss him. I miss him deeply.

I have been waiting for him to come back, but I am always disappointed. Look at the water flowing eastward. When will it sneak back to the west?

Who can think without singing, and who can be hungry without eating. It will be dark, the home will lean on, and the bottom will be billion.

Who doesn't sing in his heart and doesn't eat when the water is hungry? As the sun sets, I lean against the door and feel blue.

The skirt is not tied, and the eyebrows are in the front window. Luo Shang tends to be embarrassed and scold Chunfeng.

Hold up the wine and wait for advice, but the glass is empty. I hope that because of the slight encounter, my heart feels the same way.

I put on my skirt but didn't fasten my belt in the morning, brushed my eyebrows and went to the window. Clothes are flying in the wind. As soon as I open the window, I am complained by the spring breeze.

I raised my glass to drink, but it was empty. I hope to meet him for a drink, and I think so on my face.

Sleeping at night is full of thoughts and troubles. I am filled with emotion, and I don't know what I am doing.

The year of farming is out of date, which is a good start. Not as good as duckweed, the spring breeze is moving.

I can't sleep at night, and it sounds more drum. Happy meeting for no reason makes Nong feel bitter.

At night, my heart is full of thoughts, sighs and tears. I am full of infatuation, but where does he know my mind?

The longer time goes by, the farther away he is from me. Our feelings are like duckweed, which disappears as soon as the spring breeze blows.

I can't sleep for a long night. I tossed and turned and heard more drums. Meeting him unexpectedly made my heart more painful.

Where is Huan from? In the end, there are worries. What's better than pine and cypress?

Miss love and get rid of it without pity. The curtain is self-supporting, who knows how thick it is.

Lover, where did he come from? With a worried expression on his face. I called him many times, but he didn't answer. What makes you so silent?

I am thinking about love, and I am not satisfied. I want to spit out all my feelings, but I don't know what to do. I covered myself with thick curtains. Who knows my mind?

The moon is bright, and I am happy with you at night. Lang song is wonderful, and Nong also spits sweet words.

The wind is rushing and the white is fading. Lang is quiet, and agriculture depends on spring.

It's sunny and bright, and I play with him at night. He sang beautiful songs and I said fragrant words. (Just flirting ...)

The wind blew the weeds and the sun gradually lit up. You are so gentle, my face is full of spring.

The night is too long to sleep, and the bright moon burns. I want to hear scattered cries, but I should make a promise in the air.

Everyone has his own territory, and I will listen. The wind blows the winter curtain, which is cold and thin.

It's been a long night and I can't sleep. I looked up at the moon with how bright. I seem to hear a vague voice calling me, and I respond gently.

Everyone else is preparing wedding gifts, but I don't like it in my heart. The wind blows a thick winter curtain. Do you remember the cold night when you promised me?

I am very happy, and I am willing to do what I want. The fog reveals the hidden lotus, and the lotus is not clear.

Nong is the north star, which has not turned for thousands of years. Enjoy the day and return to the west at dusk.

I thought you were real and clear, but you hesitated. Your feelings are as vague as hibiscus flowers in the fog.

My feelings are like the North Star, which will remain unchanged for thousands of years. Your heart is like the sun during the day, it is still the east in the morning and the west at night.

Compassion and good feelings moved to the village. In front of Tung Shusheng, I went in and out to see Wu Zixu.

Can't send letters, can't go back and forth. Gold and copper are hibiscus, but lotus seeds can't be true.

I miss you and move to your neighborhood to be your neighbor. Tung trees grow in the front door, and you can see plane trees back and forth.

(That is to say, we live very close and can always see each other. )

I sent you a letter, but you didn't come, so I never went out. Where can the lotus made of gold and copper bear lotus seeds?

(PS: looks like a "golden boy"? If you don't understand the second sentence, get one. )

It was not dense at first, but it became denser the next day. Go back to criticize the comb and turn thin into thin.

Don't forget each other when sleeping and eating, and get up together. Jin Furong, jade lotus root, don't call me lotus seed.

At first, we were close, but later it got worse. I languish day by day and gradually lose hope.

I can't forget you all the time, whether I eat or sleep or sit and walk. But the beautiful lotus and lotus root are not worthy of lotus seed (me).

Progress by love is ashamed to refuse to advance. Full of singing, jade fingers are delicate strings.

When sunshine, money and wind move. Laugh at two rhinos and raise two beautiful moths.

I want to walk in with love, but I refuse to step in shyly. Violet lips sing gorgeous songs, and crystal fingers pop up beautiful music.

It's too hot in the morning to shine on the window, and the breeze blows white silk. Beauty laughs, lovers have a heart, and beauty laughs and flies.

(This passage seems to be a memory, or it is about Sunny and his new love ... I don't know)

○ Seventy-five songs at 4: 00 midnight (Ci of Jin and Song Dynasties)

Oh, my God, it's finally over.

This woman, be sad if she is sad, has written so much. So is my mother. It's not terrible to find someone to marry, but I'm afraid I have culture. ...

Gaga, I'm kidding. That shit took me 1 hour, and I'm resentful. ...