The Wind and Her Smell

The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng and fishing fire are facing melancholy From timidity to heartbeat, From blushing to looking at each other, At that time, we Just young. From morning glow to sunset, From summer cicadas to winter snow, At that time, we She was in her prime, and from then on, her scent was in the wind. 2025/4/1 Intention: The heroic spirit is nameless but will live forever, and the next generation will inherit the glory and move forward.