The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of spring is fading. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. Alone, there is no limit to the world. It's easy to say goodbye but hard to see. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth.
I thought about it a thousand times under the bodhi tree, and all I could think of was that I was young at that time. Now that the country is in the arms, who knows who is in danger.