So, what is the skin like in Yun Zhou's poems?

The lady's night clock

The late bell is gentle.

Like the glow on the sunset many years ago.

As shy as a girl's dream.

Fly into the years like a river

The bell at night is heavy.

Like a sunset secretly pregnant with heat.

(two little kids have no guess, and they go with each other day and night.

The spring breeze dyed the stamens red again.

You added a new year.

You will change your mind, just as time cannot be reversed.

I only snuggle in my dreams.

-"The past can only be recalled" lyrics)

This clock is a precious gold casting.

Who is knocking on this rare baby?

Who found the most beautiful song?