Qingqing Zijin, lingering in my heart, even if I don't go, Zi Ning will not inherit the sound.
Qingqingzi wears it, and I think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come.
Picking and reaching, in the city gate. Not seeing him for one day is like missing him for three months.
Because of you, I am willing to read this poem for the rest of my life