Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi recorded the dream of the 20th day of the first month and tried to use four words! !

The night is still young and unforgettable; Hanging like a shadow, the empty room echoed. Qiu Hong has a letter, but it has lost the north; Ten years apart, yin and yang are always separated. The moon stars are rare, and thousands of miles are lonely; The wind gives birth to Shui Han, and the cypress grows. I suddenly dreamed of returning to China, and my temples were like frost; The windows of the old porch are like clothes. Hold your hand, or will you let go temporarily; Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.