Under the sky, above the loess, the human world is indistinct, and the country is in sorrow.
What about brotherly love? What about childhood sweethearts? Which is more important, what is gained or what is lost?
Gratitude, resentment, and love are like blazing fire, burning a heart red and as hard as iron.
Families were broken up and people were scattered. The heart is like a sharp knife, and the love is like burning fire.
Who is the saddest person?
Purpose: Feelings of family and country