Gong Zizhen's poem: Worry is far away and the sun is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.
Autumn's "Spring Sorrow": Spring Sorrow is hard to see, and the past is thrilling and tears are streaming down her face. Four million Taiwan Province compatriots burst into tears. Today last year, the day when the motherland was ceded!