I Have a Word to Praise Snow

Xueshe Shenshan, the lonely ghost Song You. One does not know the dates of birth and death, and the other does not know the past and past events. Imitate Xue Jinshao, the God of Sheshan Mountain, and a thousand cups will never be poured out. While wandering drunkenly during the Qingming Festival, he slipped and fell off a cliff, landing on her grave. Injustice arises from this, and separation and sorrow will accompany you throughout your life. … She had forgotten all the past events, but her name remained on the tombstone that had been eroded by wind and rain for hundreds of years. The six characters on the tomb of my wife Song You have survived hundreds of years of wind and rain and are still clear and distinguishable. Her tomb, her name. He asked doubtfully: "Are you a lonely ghost?" He already knew that she was a ghost, otherwise why would her face be pale and her body as transparent as gauze hovering in mid-air. "Yes" Song You nodded calmly, but she didn't remember whose wife she was or why she died.