A short article by newcomer Ajiu.
It's finally a year of smoke and rain,
The stringed harp is hard to send away.
The watchtower across the sea burst into tears,
The pen and ink burned the book into the coffin.
This feeling and this scene, Qingxiao on the bamboo fence, finally paid for the sins of three lifetimes, and Qinghe Ruo, playing the pipa, was intoxicated for the rest of his life.
It's a pity that life can't survive the last bowl of soup on the bank of Wangchuan River. Lycoris flowers bloom all over the mountains and fields.