San Chunhui

Boudoir love ——Li Duan The moon is setting, the stars are sparse, and the sky is about to be bright. Dreams cannot come true until the lone lamp is extinguished. I put on my clothes and looked towards the door, but I was not satisfied with the sound of magpies cheering in the morning! Many years later, Cuncao silently memorized this poem. When he heard it, he was annoyed, and the long and long pain that followed seemed to be triggered by it. But if there was no such sourness at the time, would he regret it now?