The barren sands of the northern desert are full of gold and iron,
His eyes were filled with cold light, and his whole body was full of killing intent.
Her bright clothes and angry horses are stunning moments,
Jinsejin can never fade away from its glitz.
Misty Jiangnan, a small town of poetry and painting,
The paper umbrella turns gently, like the passing years,
Who sings softly to wait for your return?
In my memory, your eyebrows are still the same as before.
Why do you need fate to overcome the lingering thoughts?
How can you bear the loss of your youth?
But I still failed you forever.
At the end of my life, I would like to remember and miss you.
(Multiple original micro-antique articles)