From the seaside to the desert, is it my sister's guidance? Why did we come to this era? Where should I go?
Did I come here just to witness the cruelty of Kowloon's land grab? ...
Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken down, I quietly watch the autumn light. The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, the apple blossoms are growing old, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow. Feeling sad. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Memorable. At the wine party during the period of writing, there were a few solitary romances, and the stars turned into frost many times. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and it is unknown where Xiaoxiang is. Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith, pointing to the dusk sky and empty consciousness to return home. Looking at each other sadly. In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises. ——Jade Butterfly