When the peach and plum trees are silent,
A few visitors watch here and there,
Carrying the ancient charm in vain,
I have written thousands of articles.
There is an old fragrance in the corner of the mouth,
Dance with skirt and new love,
Dancing in the wasteland,
The song surrounds the dust and sand.
How can you let go of your long sleeves?
How can we drive away dust and smoke?
A small drop in the world of mortals,
Who can see Weiwei?
There is not a thousand holes in my chest,
There is not much truth in the text,
But look for it here,
Soothing to all hearts.
Intention: Create something out of nothing