The peach blossoms in the window are as delicate as tiredness, and the east wind washes away the rouge face with tears. People are in Xiaohonglou, and they sing about Shizhou in separation.
At night, two swallows are sleeping, the back of the lamp is green and the screen is green. When the fragrance is gone and the rain fades, is the thin quilt cold?
From "Bodhisattva Man" by Nalan Rongruo
Because I like the last two sentences, when the fragrance is gone and the rain fades, is the thin quilt cold?
I borrowed it as the title of the book.
Don't blame me if you don't write well, my personal talents are limited.