The eyes are full of youth, and the east wind always blows away the beauty.
After several rounds of smoke, only the flowers can't be protected.
Acacia in the dream, so the king Sun Lu.
Spring has no owner, where the cuckoo sings, and tears shed rouge rain.
——Chen Zilong's "Red Lips·Feelings of the Wind and Rain in Spring"
The short stories I wrote before are now posted, and I still like the feeling of Jinjiang better.
Conception: