Myrtle, full of rose soul, let it hang down
From a man who always cocked his head because
Melancholy habit to cover up the tears.
The corpse scissors will take it first.
I didn’t expect the love name to be confirmed.
That loving mother gave it to her daughter on her deathbed.
A kiss keeps these years clean.
lli
On November 4, 1845, Bai Langning begged the poetess to send a bundle of hair, which I will remember forever.
The poetess replied that day that she wanted me to give it to you. I never gave it to anyone except my closest relative, but she didn’t refuse to say that maybe one day she could meet his requirements.
Three days later, the poetess gave each other a fair and easy exchange of ideas. See Chapter 7 of Mrs. Browning’s story.
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Mrs. Browning’s story frontispiece Mrs. Browning’s portrait is like this, and her hair hangs down slightly.
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Ancient Greek and Roman laymen had their hair cut when they were dying.
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Mrs. Balet died on January 1, 188.
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19
Mind and mind also trade in the market.
There I traded my curly hair for curly hair.
I lost myself from my poet’s forehead.
This bunch of locks of hair is in my mind.
But it’s heavier than an ocean-going ship. It’s dark and purple.
Just like Pingda once paid tribute.
Dark purple hair that hangs obliquely on Muse Yu’s forehead.
In order to compete, I guess Na Yue laurel shadow
Still staying at the tip of my hair, loving you and watching it.
It’s so dark that I spit with a kiss.
The gentle breath held the shadow back.
Disappear, and if you lose ground, put Jane in
My heart makes it like a light touch on your forehead.
Feel the body heat until the heart cools down one day
lli
Pindar, a Greek poet in the fifth century BC, wrote a short poem, such a golden lyre. You are the wealth of the nine muses of Apollo.
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Dear, my dear, think back to the past
A year ago, you walked in a sea of people.
I was sitting alone in the snow.
I can’t see you leaving a trail from east to west.
I can’t hear you coughing and breaking through this silence.
I’m counting my whole body from ring to ring.
The heavy chain will never be returned to you.
It seems that no one can break that chain.
Life is wonderful. I drank a large glass of wine.
Strange, I never feel day and night.
All your action sounds oscillate in the middle