Emperor Zun, your daughter-in-law Hongxing is out of the wall
The flowers are blooming, you are still there, seeing your decadence and your pain, but you can't see you, only two lines of lovesick tears to pay tribute...... The black thistle has grown wildly, if there is an afterlife willing to turn the world into a hoof, travel the world, turn into an ink plate book to do all kinds of things in the world, turn into a grain of dust to see the scenery of the world, the love and hate of the world are not tasted, the light clouds flow for the rest of their lives, leaving the green mound to the dusk......