In the distance, a white horse gallops.
There was a young man on the white horse,
The eyes are black and crystal clear,
His eyebrows are as curved as a weeping willow,
Lips as red as cherries,
His face was as white as the first snow,
A pair of golden frames rested on the high bridge of his nose.
She has a handsome face and a picturesque smile.
Every time I see him, my heart always surges with waves of rage.
This young man is Xu Zhengqing.
Intention: The dreams of youth will always be shattered under the heavy blow of reality, and disappear with the passage of time.