Inscription: Cherish the cold plum. Cherish plum blossoms. It is also a cold frost that deceives the moon. The most bitter predecessor, fortunately, the west wind kissed the snow. Silently, the flowers are folded into Qing. As clear as a dream, your heart is not exhausted. Light tears, dark cheeks, only Wen Qing choked up. Dusk is the end of the night. The lonely lamp is cold, and the geese are crying. Outside the bar, I tried the raft several times. Continuous running water hates nothing. Nai, shallow sorrow said alone. Afraid of your haggard, pity your emaciation, but brush your eyelids.