It's the bleak season again.
While walking on the road, Cui Hu's "Ti Capital City Nanzhuang" suddenly came to mind.
The peach blossoms are in full bloom, reflecting the girl's extraordinarily delicate appearance. The poet's heart was moved, so he wrote the famous saying "The peach blossoms on the human face reflect each other's red".
Just…
It's just "I was in this door last year today".
Now what?
"The human face has gone nowhere, but the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze."
This person has passed away, but the fallen flowers are still there, the fragrant screen is empty, where can I see the human face?
Lamenting the depth of the poet's love, the sadness of missing people and empty water will always make people shed tears.
Such desolation also reminds me of Jie.
It's not regret, nor nostalgia, just emotion.