Plum blossoms are always drunk on the shore with sparse moonlight.
He became a cat under the general's bow and arrow.
Everything shrouded in green shadows
Are covered with traces of plum blossoms.
The deer in the past life has not been skinned and has not come back.
The era of cats, the beauty of despair
Facing the dying river, he was shot by his own bow and arrow.
The general ate everyone, everyone, all the girls with flowers.
All life abandoned the world and marched on the coffin.
Like a few shadows with long hair.