I'm Pang Hu, Pang Hu from Kaifeng. Welcome to Pang Hu's anything-goes space!
Flowers fall, though nothing can be done; swallows return, as if we've seen them before.
A cup of wine in the spring breeze among peach and plum trees; ten years of lamplight on rainy nights in the martial world.
The spring river tide stretches level with the sea; the bright moon rises with the waves.
How many return beneath the moon? The setting moon stirs my heart as it sways over the riverbank trees!
Time flies and the years change. In the blink of an eye, the generation born in the 1970s has bid farewell to its days of youthful splendor, weathered the vicissitudes of life, and reached the age of knowing one's destiny! Busy, fulfilled people of the 1970s, cherish yourselves and make the most of the rest of your lives!
