How Warm Is This Life

I once remembered what happened in the grasshopper field when I was young. People are running through the east streets and west alleys, and they are talking loudly. The general horn tells the atrium, and the thorns accompany the moonlight. Cardamom picking green plums, bamboo horses running around. There are also moments of tears, bearing the sorrow of youth. But looking back, I saw that the two children were innocent. I only wait for you to reach the crown and marry you into the candle room. My concubine also smiles beautifully, and you have no worries in your dreams. This world is windy, frosty, and snowy, and you and your concubines will go there together. I just want to grow old together and talk about our childhood hometown again.