Introduction to poetry version:
Recalling the time when I broke plum blossoms and crossed the broken bridge
The road is far away, what's the point of traveling thousands of miles?
Yan Shuangfei, just outside the curtain is the end of the world
The words write about matters in the heart, and things cannot be controlled in the end. Think for yourself and reflect on your past sincerity. There is Zhicheng, but who is like it?