When Yang wrote Cold Flute, he was actually thinking about his miserable life. The melancholy of homesickness The desire and melancholy of the demoted to return home.
Smell the flute
The cold flute at the bottom of the river plays the sound of spring, and Shu Kezhou travels thousands of miles.
Blow off the plum blossoms and fold the willows, and the residual wax in the new year is just love.