I wrote it myself. My pen smiled. In the dream, whoever turns on the sad music will listen to the rustling rain. Gu Junzhen looked at the gold thread and left the wound to die. Look at the flowers without pity, why meet again? Dun is thin because he hates the same chicory, and who mourns when the solo is broken. This is Yu Meiren's plaque. I still have some if I want, and I have written some in my spare time.