"The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy.
At Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City, the bell rang for the passenger ship at midnight. "
After reading, Jiang Mian couldn't help but smile, "Su Han, our names are both in this poem. Do you think we are a good match?"
Su Qing Leng Yan Han: "You think it's quite beautiful."
Concept: Su Han and Jiang Mian
