Hua Guzi's Aika heming: One day's husband and wife is worth a hundred days' grace. Look at the fog, the cold stars, the mountains and the jungle. Whatever it is, it has its own soul. The grace of dripping water is better than the report of spring. Listen to the wailing, moaning, wailing and moaning. No matter what it is, it has its own passion for life and death. Ah, the constant cutting, ah, the reason is still chaos, because the commitment and affection of the heart, in addition to singing in the boudoir before and after the flowers, there will be swords and shadows, and the red will be sad. Ah, as long as you have a little spirit, you can't say people, fairies, foxes and ghosts. Touch the bowstring of the heart, love the silk and bamboo, and listen to the crying Aika and the voice of the man.