Dry kunkong, the years continue. The end of the road is stormy, and the poor side is full of ice and snow.
Life fades with the years, and the body is forgotten. There is no such thing as killing Su Meng. It's still early at night.
In Huang Jingren, "I got married on New Year's Eve".
A thousand smiles are slow, and worries are hidden from the outside.
People standing high on the stone bridge seem to be on earth, staring at the sky, but seeing a star like a moon.
Tang Gao Shi's Night Walk
The cold light in the hotel stays awake alone, and the guest's heart turns sad
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.