Brush off the petals and remove the snow powder. Long sleeves and light body. It's already a long time ago, and the person I'm waiting for is still waiting for a long time. The male mandarin duck flutters its wings, making people full of worries. The chirping in the cold quilt is still there, this is how fate should be! In the middle of the night, the heart is far away and the bells are sparse, and those who hear it sleep alone. The whining chills the pillowside, making people more and more exasperated. Tears are flowing, thoughts are flowing, the impermanent life is enough, and there will be no sorrow, all the sorrows are burnt and polished, leaving the floating world, the bright moon, the breeze, and the company of mountain laurel! Pick