The solitary grave is like Hua Xu's dream. Withered grass and withered poplars, it was once Baiyutang.
What does the white snow look like? It was as if he had picked up her fluttering catkins in front of the wind amid her silver makeup, and suddenly the city was filled with flying flowers. She was making wine with the spring mud. She had been with him for ten years, and each time he fell in love with her more and more.
However, after seeing each other like this, she knew that she was separated from him by thousands of miles, and that she was destined to never be destined for each other in this life. However, her love was overturned and it was hard to regain it. It was a pity that the pear blossoms had faded and the moon turned to the west. It was sad and sad.
Intention: Dry fish contending for marsh