H [Please do not enter by mistake! A hole waiting to be filled!
Copywriting: I am gone in the past, and the willows are still there.
Now that I'm thinking about it, it's raining and snowing.
——"The Book of Songs·Plucking Wei"
There are drops of light on the eaves, and the sky is clear on the steps.
Sitting in the Jiangxin Pavilion, brewing a pot of wine, the fragrance is mellow. The rain has made the spring cold worse. The brocade fur on my shoulders is not warm, and the jade cup in my hand is cold.
The picturesque mountains and rivers, the golden armies and iron horses, all turned into a condensed dream in the drizzle of the southern country.
The beginning of it all is the end of it all.
Let me tell you in detail, in those years, who had their bones buried in a foreign land, who was heartbroken with sorrow at the Qingming Festival, whose hair on the temples was covered with frost, and whose eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life.
There are gaps to fill in, and I'm sorry for locking the text all the year round.