"The snow is falling and the red plum blossoms are falling. I can't sleep at night because I don't see my son coming home." The woman looked at the bright moon in the distance and sighed about the past, but saw the wind and rain coming.
Liang Wuyi brushed the snowflakes off his sweetheart's head and looked at the white-headed green mountains in the distance.
Waiting with you for the winter plum blossoms to fade and looking forward to the new year.
The sound of the piano is constant, spring is never late, and neither is anyone.
As the past goes, he held an oil-paper umbrella and saved a child who was dying in the rain.
These eyes are invisible.
Purpose: To love the country and protect the family, even if the body is wrapped in horse leather and the soul is lost in the smoke, we must guard it until the last moment.