On the night of flowers and candles, I am alone in my empty boudoir. Where have you gone?
Thousands of miles away, struggling for three months with no rest, how can I hear the news of his death?
The white gauze curtain and the lacquered coffin in the mourning hall arouse heartache, but how can they stop love and obsession?
Very different names, similar appearance, soft words hurt, right or wrong?
There are so many doubts, and the five surnames rule the world, who can pity the idiot?
I want an article without fancy words, just describing all the joys and sorrows in a light tone. Not willing to read the words as if they were as indifferent as water, he threw the small pebbles into the water.
Xiao Ran'er crossed over, not for the sake of crossing, but because the water droplets born in the lake could not disturb the entire lake. Now, this pebble is thrown into the lake with its injury. Is it cured? Or drown? Hold a glass of water and take a look...
I'll post an article first, and dig a new hole...