In a village far away, several children gathered together and read the poems of their husband's Protestantism in a childish voice: Last year, today, in this door, the faces of the people and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red. The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
Li Sa
You said, don't despair. Later, the flowers grew cold in my dream.
You say, snowflakes are raging. Enjoy them together on the edge of the buried snow cliff. Later, the snow turned into frost, and the beautiful lady died with tears staining her clothes.
You said, continue in the next life. Later, where are you.
You said, let's walk together on the road of reincarnation. Later, I was left alone to wait.
You said, on the edge of the cliff, we will die together. Later, the sky was filled with snowflakes, and the yin and yang faced each other.
You said it would be too lonely to die alone. I will die with you on the road to hell.
You said that you need medicine to break through the bottleneck and cultivate the way of heaven. I will sacrifice my life to please you.
I said I have you by my side. I will follow you in life and death. Later, I fell in love with you deeply, but it turned out to be an extravagant hope.
I talk about the beauty's appearance, just for Li Sa's makeup. Later, the west wind blew, and people were thinner than yellow flowers.
It is said that the cold winter is cruel... The flowing water is ruthless... Compared to the human heart... But... What does it matter...