Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky. The past is like a ring, and the past and past are like a jue. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm.
There is no such thing as an easy connection. The swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of autumn graves has not stopped, and the spring bushes recognize the two-dwelling butterflies.
——Nalan Rongruo's "Butterfly Loves Flowers"