I am no one's chess piece, nor is I anyone's love poem in a dream. There are thousands of competitions between the world and me, but love is the most difficult to delay. The hatred of the old dynasty, the affairs of the new dynasty, the branches are connected, the flowers are in front of the moon and the moon is under the moon. This feeling is hard to stop, and the Huai River passes eastward. No matter, I miss you forever, except when we meet. It's just that there are always pieces of flowery paper in front of the window, and every word is the Lan Yin poem I failed to write about you.
Purpose: I would like to write this article to commemorate my youth, a period of spring and autumn dreams with small regrets.