Mortals have poems that say:
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was obsessed with butterflies in his dawn dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke. "
That last sentence, I don't want to read again.
"This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time."
At that time, I was at a loss. I only loved you, but I didn't know it either?