Going back and forth, the road in front of the door is miserable.
Walking and walking, I still have feelings after tossing and turning.
Looking back affectionately, I saw the willow tree in front of my window.
Liubei is a tall building with half-hooked bead curtains.
Yesterday, I was the girl upstairs, and there was a parrot under the curtain.
Now I am an outsider, stained with red tears.
The distance between the outside of the wall and the building upstairs is not even ten feet.
How can we be so close together as if we are separated by thousands of mountains?
It's so sad that we have to make a final decision, and we will never see each other again.
Don't wander around in the sky, who wants to cry and mourn!
It was getting late as the day wandered around, so I decided to throw myself back.
The skirt of Hunan's skirt was torn with my hands, and I cried and sent the manuscript to the anvil.
It's a pitiful foot of silk, and every word is stained with blood.
Every word is sour, old love touches people's hearts.
The king is like taking over the water, and the concubine is willing to punish her with a whip.
Otherwise, if you die in front of your Majesty, you will end up giving up your life.
The heart-broken flowers are transformed into flowers, but they are still born in the king's family.
——"Hate Blood Poem"
This is my first time writing, please take care of me