(If you love beauty, if you don't like it, please take a detour)
[Introduction] I can't see the face clearly, but I only remember the lingering sound of the flute, which is long and quiet.
The same scene and the same figure appear in my dreams every night
I couldn't remember the content when I woke up, I just felt depressed.
There is such a poem circulating in the village. I grew up listening to it when I was a child, and now I can recite it by heart.
The fox wakes up from his dream, and the years pass by.
Sadness tells the quiet, the water reflects the leaves.
One is red, one is sad and one is drunk.
According to legend, this poem actually has a final line, but no one knows it yet, or it may not have been written yet.
The poem has been circulating for many years, but no one has ever added the last sentence to it, as if it is waiting.