For twenty-four years, spring and winter have alternated, and the geese have not returned, and my eyebrows have been filled with depression for more than nine thousand days and nights. It was as if the broken halberd was buried deep, and the tumbling sediment in the moat was deposited into stone... Only then was the injustice finally redressed.
What did I say? I said that all the five sons of Weidu were pitiful. In those days, Xia Li was so glorious about poetry, poetry and wine, and there were countless romances. They were all said to be lost, one fell into jail, and the other died a good death. It turned out that the boy from the Zuo family picked up the whole beard and tail, starting and ending.
Intention: growth.
