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What is the next sentence of (crying for lovesickness under the acacia tree)?

The Lang family lives in Sanchongpo, and the concubine’s family lives in Baishi Lake. A few steps away from each other on the road, Lang Shi turned around to see his concubine?

A sprig of chives blooms happily, and the leaves are plump when the flowers are yellow. I wish the man would pick the flowers and leaves, and my heart will not leave until death.

The acacia tree talks about lovesickness, and Si Lang hates it and Lang Lang doesn’t know it. The trees are full of lovesickness, but when a man misses his concubine?

Entering the firewood mountain with a hatchet in hand, making firewood climbers with the heart of the firewood still intact. Lang Zi is so ruthless and easy to deal with, when will the firewood branches leave the tree again?

The man beat the big drum and the concubine played the gong, and looked at the mother-in-law of Tianxi. This life is enough to suffer the pain of lovesickness, begging for no torture in his life.

Betel nut is beaten in the shade of greenery, and dipped in konjac sauce to be persuaded. I hope you won't find it too astringent when it reaches your mouth, and taste it carefully.

The taro and miso blossoms are in full bloom, and the sycamore trees are shining in the west. The man is like a sunflower in the mist, and the concubine is like a leaf in front of the wind.

The teacher comes early and the teacher comes late, and the teacher takes long strides and is wide. It would be a good time to wait for a husband for ten years, but I would be worried if I don't have five years.

Banana leaves grow too big to provide shade, and sugarcane flowers cannot help but be frosted even though they are beautiful. There are always people to eat the fat bananas and sugarcane, and the long journey is long if you want to send them to a man.

Lang Xing gave his concubine a gorilla tree, and my concubine gave him a phalaenopsis orchid. The scarlet blood and tears will sometimes run out, what's the point of drooping butterfly wings?

——Forty-five chapters from "The Collected Works of Drinking Ice Room"