——The north wind is cool, walking east and west. Clothes are not as good as new, and people are not as good as old. Amber color, inert when drunk. I want to ride the wind and waves, but that person is in the dim light. The sky and the moon are about to turn white, so we go to Changshan. ... The mottled city wall in the memory is like playing a zither and playing the harp. Ink painting, a scroll of paper is stained with bits and pieces. This sentiment is given to Dongliu Xi and will not be commented upon. The drizzle of rain falls on the painting, making it misty and empty. It's another year when the wind blows and I can't stop thinking about it. Sitting alone in the attic, the breeze carried a few words. The white clothes in my memory became... Red clothes. …