Who made you fly tirelessly in your dreams?
Even on the coldest day.
It is also full of faint enthusiasm.
The fragrance of flowers
Xue Ying, a familiar and unfamiliar name.
Like starlight in the night
Illuminate my poem more than once.
Recall the days spent in the ivory tower.
Recall the obscurity in that obscure poem.
I will be satisfied.
Even get carried away
After all, there is only one life.
No one can measure it
Residual distance
Xue Ying
Tonight, hide in the cabin in the north.
I heard your voice.
It comes from this city full of fairy tales.
Look carefully at the title of a Tang poem.
Xue Ying
It's not too cold this winter.
Listen, cross the river.
There is a song coming.
Through loneliness
Through sadness _ _ _