Chiaki Snow

The crown is covered with Jinghua, and the people are alone.

I was ridiculed before. As a disciple of great Confucianism, several of my classmates were all very talented, but I was the only one who could not succeed in literature and martial arts, and reciting poems and composing Fu would often become the laughing stock of the whole capital.

Once I was drunk and pulled Chang Ning, and said bitterly: "Those literati are sour and ruthless, they always talk about the article, as if as long as the article is well written, no matter how heinous the person is, he will be sympathetic."

Chang Ning still had that gentle appearance, and said lightly, "Ah Xu, you're drunk."

At that time, I had a bad temper, so I didn't care about it. I dragged Chang Ning and talked endlessly. In the end, my arrogance came up with the wine, and I said: "Poetry, Xiao Daoer, a man of my generation should serve the country with his own body, so as to live up to the teachings of the saints."

Later, Chang Ning never allowed me to drink more than one pot.

For these reasons, I sneered at poetry, and hated those who sing the wind and play the moon.

But today I thought of these two poems for no reason, and then I realized how young and ignorant I was before.

The more he thought about it, the more he hated himself for not living up to his expectations. When he was alive, he was always around Changning, and he couldn't tolerate anyone else except him.Because I want to show off in front of Chang Ning, I don’t know how to act recklessly. If my emperor’s cousin is not so generous, the mountain of impeachment papers at Yushitai would be enough to make me lose my title and reflect on myself.

In this way, I really feel sorry for my emperor cousin.

It's just me, I only had Changning in my heart when I was alive, and I have the same virtue after death.

I'm a ghost now, but I can't die again.

Really sorry.