The lone swordsman in short clothes is Qiankun. I have no choice but to repay my kindness. Three years separate morning and evening. The rain is drier and the cold lamp is killing the soul. Outside the clouds in Chicheng, the west wind blows brightly, and I still want to lean against Chaimen. Pu Li Ying Zun. Who wrote the poem, the blue shirt is stained with tears.