Read a poem.

Mourn for Fan Jun and Lu Xun

The storm came and I was pregnant with Fan Ainong.

Huadian withered, staring at chickens and insects.

The taste of the world is bitter, the world is straight and poor.

Why not say goodbye in March?

Seaweed is a national garden and an old foreign land for many years.

The fox went to the cave and the peach doll appeared.

The hometown is cold and cloudy, and the heat is long day and night.

Can a person wash his heart with cold water?

Talk about bars in the world, sir. Save lives.

She was famous when she was a big girl, but she sank when she was slightly drunk.

This is the end of time, and I will say nothing from now on.

The old friend's cloud has gone, and I am waiting for the light dust.

Is this song right? For reference only.