The poem about fingers is short.

Hands are soft, skin is solidified, collar is like salamander, teeth are like rhinoceros. A cicada's head flies with a smile, and beautiful eyes look forward to the ancient poems being broken one by one.

Be rooted in the heart

You care about your heart.

Your cold

Your warmth

I hold my heart all the time.

Your injury

What kind of heartache is it?

Mountains and rivers whimper

Heaven and earth cry

The dark clouds are dispersing, which is depressing.