I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
Feast of Love (Contemporary Xi Murong)
It is a kind of worry that is getting thinner and thinner.
Before lifting chopsticks, it was inexplicable sadness.
This is a feast that will never end in memory.
You can't drink, you can't drink, you have to fight it.
be bright in the eye
Klang Ganzhou (Northern Song Dynasty in Liu Yong)
In the rainy dusk, [2]
Wash autumn.
The frosty wind is cold and tight.
Turn off the river, ignore it,
The residual light is architecture.
Is the decline, [4]
Okay, okay, it's a luxury. [5]
Only the Yangtze river water,
Speechless flows east.