About Our Legend

In Yihai, the Year of the Pig, the Great Heat is coming, and during the Little Summer Season, I will be in the capital of China and think of my concubine. At night, there are falling flowers and flowing water, slanting wind and drizzle, and the first cold. I toss and turn, unable to sleep at night, and I still look back on the past. That day, the sky is clear and the air is clear, the wind is gentle and gentle, the beauty is becoming more and more beautiful day by day, in a trance, the blue hair is stained with frost, and the memory of my concubine is like running water. The wind blows the sand into a desert, and the rivers flow together into the sea. I still have to wait all my life, just because of my concubine. From now on, I will miss you thousands of miles south and north. I write this article in memory of my wife in my year of thinking.