Leave poems and paintings behind, pillow on water and listen to the rain. Listening to the Shengxiao in the Rain Pavilion all night, there are two misty dreams of yellow beams.
When the sun sets, smoke will rise above Tingyu Pavilion, making Tingyu Pavilion look like a dreamy wonderland, and the two people in the pavilion at this moment also look like happy gods.
I have traveled all over the world and tasted all the pain and warmth in the world. However, the moment I saw him, I stopped because I found the feeling of home.
————Drunk Mirror
I hate you, but that hatred has long since disappeared with the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River; I love you, but that love has also been buried in the ruins.
————Listen to the rain