A poem with ink and prose as its words.

Liu Hua

Year:? Song? Author:? Song qi

Don't boast about tall buildings, don't reflect on tall buildings, just pick flowers from the branches.

Back to the snow, there is wind and dance, and there is no flute sorrow when the plum falls.

The white door had already followed the crow's back, and Jing Zhao's feelings had touched the horse's head.

Do not cherish the rest of the warmth, some people are trapped in a lonely boat.

Self-writing: Men also have the heart of ice and snow without seeking romance and tenderness. If you are a lady: Don't write romance, send warm, your daughter has her own heart of ice and snow.