He Luo Tu's Biography of Xie Yan

"Qinyuan Spring-Snow" I recall those days, under the willow branches, beside the lake with urticaria. Looking at the Milky Way in the sky, I count the hearts of spring crazily, with the drizzle on the stems, and the small characters of mandarin ducks, stroking each other's hands to warm each other, leaning together in the middle of winter, with the bright red cardamom on our pillows. The beautiful woman is here, watching the slightest affection, becoming a love every night. Now I visit my hometown again, and the falling red all over the ground adds to my sadness. Sighing that the belt is getting wider, I feel a little missed, do you know what my heart is, my eyes are hard to fix, I will not leave the world, ride my horse and whip, just to fulfill my dream of being with you for a long time. With tears streaming down my face, I cut my hair to make it into a pen, and painted my eyebrows on my temples. The story in this book is full of twists and turns, interlocking and ups and downs. Every drop of sweat and tears mingles with the hard work, irrigating Wenxin Paradise. The fragrant fragrance, the warm and picturesque mountains and rivers, the lingering scenery, the figures passing side by side, the slanting rain, the red stove dotted with snow, the two hearts reflect each other, reflecting the clear clouds and clear wind of the autumn water. Sorry to all readers, there has been no update for a long time. One is because of work, and the other is because I can't find a breakthrough. It has been half a year, and now the draft is finally completed, and I will resume updating this book from now on.