Mingwu (Yixiaoxiang) column
One finger is cold and half a lifetime is gone, and a room filled with incense is incense without thinking.
A fan of plum blossoms scatters in the wind, and the enchanting king wanders by himself.
The sea of flowers shakes the Qianmo Dongdong Xiao, and the yellow leaves flutter in the wind and dance with the sound of the kite.
I give you a song in the falling snow, and suddenly the world is over.
I have been hurt by love all my life.