Author: Luo Fu
Damn Yi Cheng
I haven't seen a letter from home for three months
From a shallow glass
He fished with a white hair, oh, the wrinkles on his forehead
increased exponentially in those years.
The bonfire started
The horseshoe rang
The city was broken
Spring came
The moss and the wild grave were as high as each other
The city was broken
The unfortunate people fell asleep with the sound of rain
The horseshoe rang
A vase wailed and broke in the street
The bonfire started < I was so scared that I knocked over the nest
eggs. There is no doubt that I played with the eggs.
Nothing was right.
I was stupefied and worried in front of the mirror.
He raised the hairpin and trembled.
I inserted it.
I inserted it into the crack of the broken mirror.