Read "Drinking Water Ci" by Nalan Xingde. I like Nalan.
I especially like Nalan's "Mulan Ci: A Phenomenon of Ancient Juejue Ci, Cambodian Friends".
Among them:
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change people's hearts, but it is said that people's hearts are easy to change.
It's half past midnight after Lishan's words are spoken, and the rain and ringing bells at night will not complain at all.
How lucky is the handsome man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.
What will happen to these unforgettable stories in modern cities?