Su Muzhe. Nostalgia
Faint clouds,
The moon is thick,
A few places of Fantine,
A misty night in my hometown.
Who is singing the flute beside the building?
The wind and moon are ruthless,
Chu Guan resigned and the king thanked him.
How ecstatic,
So sad,
At this time today,
The end of the road is hot for wine.
Who remembers the jade brick side at that time?
A clear song,
The thought comes with great interest.
There are three thousand miles of verdant green in the south of Lingnan, and every branch and leaf is always filled with love.
Conception: