It is necessary to remember that I have never raised my eyebrows in my life, and I am tired and beautiful after the three springs are gone. There is only a shadow on the edge of the plum blossom to continue the remaining cup.
When I feel melancholy, the wind and the moon grow old, and my old friend returns home covered with frost and snow. The wind shakes the past and turns it into ashes.
——Tune and send "Huanxi Sand"