Poppy
When will Qian Xue Feifei melt? Leaning against the curtain and looking at the East City. The white plum blossoms have fallen away and are washed away, and the wine is buried in the wind on a cold night.
The long smoke is gone and it is silent now, holding the moon and playing the guzheng. Silent shadows are sinking, stars are disappearing, and the city is full of spring scenery and the sound of flying pianos.