This is a sad past event in the secret history of the Jing Dynasty. Just because of selfishness, it almost changed the fate of several generations.
Who reads the west wind and is alone in the cold, who warms the light-colored setting sun at dusk.
Who pities the sky full of youth and wants to go up to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon.
I often read that the autumn maple is cold alone, and the spring breeze warms the youth.
I am also afraid of being too cold at high places, and I feel longing for the bright moon.
In the morning and evening, the sun falls in the sun. I once dyed it with sandalwood to sell off the secular thoughts.
Alone blowing the smoke from thousands of snow willows, thinking about the past that is difficult to dissolve.
It's hard to look back, the cold night is long, and the disaster is not a beauty.
I have been looking forward to your return in the cold autumn for several years, but it is difficult to leave my previous vows.
The confused state of mind is no longer the same as before, and it is hard to find the brocade book support for a moment.
Don't laugh at the fact that all the mortal world gathers and disperses, and there is nothing left to do about it.
Intention: The most difficult thing to do is to not be able to love