Qing Ping Le's Preface
Yunshang Xuanpao, hate the love in life. The lonely Phoenix Emperor is thousands of years old, and it is judged that Shaoge is in troubled times. Du Yu, a beautiful woman, is a beauty, living in late pines and ink, and hearing the bells. In the dream, I groaned and my heart broke, but the window was still bright when I was alone.
——Taking a sip of tea in silence, the paper-fan poet looks back, feeling the blood and flying sand for thousands of years, and the stubborn sadness, all of which are narrated in this clear wind, bright moon, and clear night with stars.
Satisfied.