I woke up from a dream in the middle of the night and wore warm quilts.
Light the candlelight and blow on the dream.
At that time, we could only look towards the mountains.
So close, it's still Yu Shenghan.
Few people like Chengzhuang.
Standing sideways at dusk, with frost on the temples.
The unbearable flowing clouds are like the old days.
The wild geese are flying, returning to recall the glory.
————"Xiao Chongshan·Remembering the Time"