After a farewell, the two places thought about each other, saying that it was March and April, but who knew it was five or six years. The seven strings were not heart-throb, the eight lines of books were not passed on, and the nine serials were broken from them. Ten miles of long pavilion looked at the eyes and wanted to wear it. All kinds of grievances, all kinds of thoughts, all kinds of helpless grievances. Thousands of words are endless, and thousands of boredom depends on the ten railings. Heavy nine climbs to see the lonely, August Mid-Autumn Moon round people are not round. July half burning incense Bing candle asked the sky, June Futian everyone shakes my heart cold, May Liuhua is like a fire in a cold rain to water the flower end, April yellow, I want to be disoriented to the mirror, March peach blossoms with the running water, February kite line is broken. Hehe! Lang Yalang, I wish you would come to me as a man for a woman.