Concubine Xiao Shu

A volume of burial books carries thousands of years of memories. I dream about leaning on the railing again and again, fearing that the passion will end with regrets in that year. Who will fill this historical gap? The grace of family and country, the love of brotherhood, and the loved ones have left one by one. That year the pear blossoms were in full bloom, that year the autumn wind died down. I don't know whether the lost sweetheart who traveled thousands of miles to find her still lives in my heart. Loved and hated. But one life and three autumns cannot lock the drizzle and cold phoenix trees.