Acacia is as deep as the sea, and the past is as far as the sky.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
When * * * cuts candles at the west window, it says it will rain late.
Acacia says acacia at the bottom of the tree, but today we don't meet but know each other.
In the Ming dynasty, the spring smoke flew in the white dew, and the parting was unforgettable.
Acacia plum blossom hair all night, suddenly went to the window suspected to be a gentleman.