The cold rain always hits the sycamore leaves in the middle of the night. This rain is too cold and the night is too long! When I was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, the book I was holding was throbbing because of you. Do you blame me for being too pretentious?
I often think about writing a poem for you, telling you the distance between the pillow and the dreamland at night when you are tossing and turning, telling you the secret I let the spring breeze carry to you, telling you the paper and brush in my hand as I sit blankly at the desk, telling you that I hide every moment of your silence and every smile in my eyes.
You don't know and can't see these thoughts. It's like, you are standing on the wall, I am mixed in the crowd, I can't see your color clearly, and you don't know my name.
After all, you are the legendary woman who enchanted all living beings and looked down upon the world, and I am just an ordinary person who accidentally traveled here.
When I opened my eyes, I couldn't see you clearly. Everywhere I went was full of mist, like the illusion I had about you, vague and intangible, like the wind blowing in my ears. Tell me, close your eyes and see you more clearly.
Updated on January 20, 2025 (the outline characters and dynasty history are being improved, please pay more attention)
Purpose: Reviewing the glorious history of the Southern and Northern Dynasties
