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)
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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