Give a Love Letter

"Man Ting Fang·Xing Qi" The wind carries flowers and letters, the light pours into the clouds, and the sky sends stars to rest on the dusty clothes. A man of silver comes from Cha, and travels thousands of miles to Canglang. The night rain that once shone on Gu Hong has now turned into spring frost on the bottom of my eyebrows. Outside the mountains, when we meet and smile, it becomes clear in an instant. Yingying. It is clear and clear, and the past memories are scattered, and the wandering is full. Xu Xinqi's golden lock, the shadow is stacked on the west window. The mist and clouds in the morning are warm together, and the snow at dusk makes the hairpins on the temples green. Counting from now on: flowers are blooming on the temples, and the years are like honey.