It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers. Su Shi
Jiang remembered the dream of the 20th day of the first month, and lived and died for ten years, which was unforgettable without thinking. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.