The soul grinds to dust, the soul is stained with tears,
The twin flowers are fluttering,
He frowned tightly.
Spring is ruthless, take the snow with it,
I am afraid of forgetting the face of my old friend in life and death,
Busy grinding the inkstone.
This is a story about a person who traveled through the Song Dynasty but returned to Xixia. I would like to write this article to commemorate the girl who grew up in my dream.
Time travel is not entirely consistent with historical facts, so don't criticize it if you don't like it.
