Wedding Dress to Qingshan

On the day I embroidered his wedding dress, I received the news that the entire enemy army had been wiped out. They said he was a hero who pierced his heart with thousands of arrows and protected the food and grass. I put on my blood-stained wedding dress and rode alone to the mass grave thousands of miles away. "Lin Polu," I whispered, leaning against the new grave, "you said you wanted to see me wearing red." That night, every inch of my hair turned white. Later they said that everlasting flowers bloomed in the mass graves. … Hand drawn by artist: Tang Shi Concept: Red makeup reflects the snow, mountains and rivers share the same witness