Don't wait until a heart is wounded to offer comfort; don't wait for a love to grow cold before adding fuel.
Don't wait until a heart is wounded to offer comfort; don't wait for a love to grow cold before adding fuel.
Lu Ming you fang invite reunion, autumn dyes Qingxi sky outside water
Go and see frost hoof pierce stone, alone leaning on the railing and melancholy
It's a pity a whole Jiangshan, how could the sky have no cloud
A celestial man occupies the chart, a traveler on a boat, unfamiliar to the Chinese envoy
Officials must come; teach them how to do things, it's still a memory of lanfang painting and wax candles
Thicker than iron around the mountain, solitary bamboo temple, weeping rain at dusk
Silken threads untouched by true pearls, still unmarred by dust
Deep night, goose feet, frost marks, and a lingering sadness, leaning on the railing, contemplating alone
Delicate hands and tender grass, adorned with hairpins, pondering past events with deep sorrow
(Chicken soup, three peasants, positive energy, beautiful writing)
Reflect on your life and appreciate the diverse aspects of life
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Don't wait until a heart is wounded to offer comfort; don't wait for a love to grow cold before adding fuel
