It's not that I cherish the fallen flowers unintentionally, but the falling flowers have no intention of loving the spring flowers. Yesterday, there was a smile on the Yingying branches. Who said, if it blows away now, it will fall into someone's home. It's hard to ask questions when wine is brought to the wind with thousands of hatreds. Dreams return to the clouds and scatter to the end of the world. Who is the master of the wonderful dance and clear song? Looking back, the setting sun has disappeared over the high city.
Excerpted from "Ding Feng Bo" by Mrs. Wei
This novel was written after I read this poem. I personally saw in it a kind of hatred for the subjugation of the country, a kind of wife and children being separated, and a kind of wandering emotion (personal feeling). What I have written is only these three.
Well, then I... Started! !
Concept: Everything has its cause and effect