Yun Youzhou

Morning and night, the east rises and the west sets, the setting sun crows, and the flowers fall asleep. Along the Sishui River, egrets rise up, and people in the island look up eagerly. When I want to go, the crows crow, disturbing my thoughts. Looking at the kite outside the window in the distance, tears flow down my face, and I want to know my dream and fall asleep. Tossing and turning, unable to sleep. At the end of the dream, I could only hear the lingering flowers entering the ground outside the window, and the crows flying far away... (Note: You may not understand it now, but you will understand it after reading the entire book)