There is such a poem circulating in the world: Thousand Burial Songs Burial Songs Burial Geometry
Warmth freezes, frost leaves grow, eyebrows are cold
Looking for one person among thousands of sons a thousand times
I asked you who you are sleeping for with your smile
Once born in vain and cross to death
Living hard but afraid of not seeing each other again
The name of the song is like the person it is, but An Ge is still Qian Zang instead of Qian Zang
The feeling of being stabbed through the heart is still there, do you think labor and management are really so generous as to let you go like this? I thought it was just a dream, but I still had a breath of life left in me! We still meet in the world, but I don't know you, what can you do to me?
He is about to fall to the ninth level of heaven. He only admires mandarin ducks but not immortals!
Holding a pipa and jumping into the sea of flowers, is this what you want in your life? Occasionally, I dream back, only to find my hands empty when I wake up... Do you know the gains and losses?
Innocent and fresh-faced, Qianzang Ange
I paint fans with red ink in memory of you, and sing softly on pipa in memory of you;
A person is holding a pipa on a branch of blood peach. Have you ever remembered that there is still someone in this world who understands your nonsense words and lamentations?
Concept: One flower, one tree, one beauty