You said, build a fence and gossip about mulberry; later, when the year comes to Yuela, it is empty.
You said, sit and drink tea and watch the sunset together; later, with a bleak crescent moon, my mind is dull.
You said, don't love the army and horses, go back to the field to disarm; later, the world will be overthrown, and the hair will be gray overnight.
You said, the sedan chair starts to drive, and the eight characters are waiting for marriage; later, wearing a cassock, half a lifetime of Dharma.
You said, love is priceless, and fate comes without time; later, the cinnabar between the eyebrows is in disaster.
You said, reciting poetry and painting, the rest of your life is elegant; later, the ink and wash are scabbed, and the wolf's hair is scarred.
You said, thousands of years of history, one volume of concern; later, thousands of miles away, one tree jackdaw.
You said, the handwritten letter will never change the hexagram; later, after the Baqiao farewell, the streamer will be splendid.
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