Qingluan came across the river with a letter,
Fold it in the box and hang it in the window,
Waiting for the night to open, waiting for people to come.
Hearing the gunshot, snow fell all over his clothes.
I asked about the return date, but there was no date.
The moon is in the window, the tide is on the shore,
You asked me about my return date——
The letter said: It will come back when the tide is full.
