After reading He Shuangqing's poems, I felt so sad that I couldn't calm down for a long time. I thought if I could write something? Let her be reborn in my heart at least once.
On a cold rainy night through the window, through the clear light of the street lights in the rain and fog, I seemed to see the long river of time and space in the far distance. On the other side of the river stood the two ladies, indifferent and quiet... I think she will still be like this even if a thousand years pass. Here I wrote her as a dream of Shi Zhenlin. I think she should also be a dream of him.