Therefore, Paper Dust Flies and Sighs at Jinping

It's cold in the desert north, the wind is blowing with snow, it's hard to return to the homeland, my son was unjustly killed, I feel sad and angry, my body is not old, but my heart is desolate. Where the wind blew, there was the sound of bamboo sticks, and she looked to the horizon. The afterglow of the setting sun was filled with thick ink and colors, and the twilight was spreading all the way. Occasionally, in a flash of thought, I would recall the far-away places, with cornices and pillars, carved beams and painted buildings. On that day, in the dim light of morning, I looked at the bronze engraved mother-of-pearl mirror, plucking dragon and phoenix gold hairpins, picking silk flowers, removing butterfly-shaped jade mother-in-law, and changing the Han palace makeup with brocade mink fur. Along the way, my home and country were misty for thousands of miles, cheese was hard to drink, livestock meat was hard to swallow, and the hut was hard to get to. The music was so loud that I couldn't recognize it at all. I only held the pipa in my arms, and with my ten slender fingers, I twirled it together to pick out "Crossing the Fortress". The songs behind me were full of praise and sorrow, and the noisy strings could not be heard. Unexpectedly, the brilliance passed by, the strings were broken, and the scarlet fox fur-trimmed rug he wore had already lost its color. Conception: