Throughout the ages, heroes are nowhere to be found, and Sun Zhongmou is among them. Dancing in pavilions, romantic feelings are always swept away by the wind and rain. Grass trees in the sunset, ordinary alleys, humanitarian slaves once lived. Back in those days, Jin Ge Tiema devoured Wan Li.
Yuanjia Cao Cao, a wolf living in Xu Xu, won a hasty visit to the North. Forty-three years later, I looked at it and remembered it. It was a bonfire on Yangzhou Road. Looking back, there is a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Can Lian Po still eat when he is old?
I think this song is more in line with the meaning of LZ, especially the last sentence,' Lian Po is old, can she still eat?'
Those laity, narrow-minded, how can you understand me? All shall be well, jack shall have Jill. -Qiu Jin
You can still be proud of the frost and snow. Don't look at people with dirty eyes. -Qiu Jin