On the way to the south, you pass Guanshan, and the water on the beach is very clear. People who travel (people who go to war) are extremely sad and snow particles gather. It's getting late, the affectionate little plum blossom is like Wu Ji's beautiful face, and the fragrance of plum blossom follows me. Looking back, I began to draw thousands of plum blossoms.
Tears filled my eyes, full of bitterness. My dream of returning home is hidden in my heart and I can't write it.