Meihuayin·Jiang Jie
The white gull asked me to park my lonely boat. It's the body that stays. It's the heart that stays. If your heart stays for a while, why should you frown? The wind blows and the small curtain lights are faintly dancing, and the idle shadows are deserted and clear, recalling old travels.
The old tour is not here anymore. Flower outside the building. Liu Xiazhou. It's a dream, but it's not a dream, and the cold water flows empty. Desert yellow clouds, soaked wood wool fur. It is said that no one is as worried as me. It is snowing tonight and there are plum blossoms, which are as sad as me.