Feihong came on the snow, knowing that he was an old friend returning.
Thousands of clouds have passed Tingjun and are far away, and the bamboos and brocades are broken and the Qiong Yao is broken.
It's hard to cross the spring with flying birds' letters, and the old people will never return and their wandering souls will grow old.
Looking back thousands of miles away, old friends will never be seen again.
Intention: Feihong walks in the snow and returns to his old friend.