There are martial arts masters in the palace, but I only have pen, paper and fists. I can't defeat him and I can't bow my head. That true love is still waiting silently. He has been in my heart for many years, just like a bottle of old wine. After opening, the fragrance hits my face. In my drunken dream, he kept waving to me.
The evil forces are in power again and again, and I absolutely cannot stop. Peonies are blooming all over the branches. I walk to the guillotine for him. Love, hate, and hatred along the way, a patchwork of ancient and modern time and space. Love can be hidden on the sleeve, and big words can become immortal.
Falling in love with a virtual time and space, I began to like dreaming, and his smile was like a spring breeze for me to bathe in. Falling in love with a virtual life, I began to enjoy sweet dreams, and his heartbeat every night was like a small alarm clock. I want to go back to ancient times and write a poem with him so that time and space are not divided into spring, summer and autumn and winter. My head hurts when I think about it too much. His eyebrows are dark and thick, his appearance is classic, and he likes to freeze in mid-air. (Housian's "Li Bai's Big Talk")