Ask for a Tibetan poem "Salute to Dr. Gao Lixia"

The morning glow fades and the frost reveals doubts, and the residual lotus is like dusk.

At night, the wind is strong and autumn is heavy, and it is difficult for leaves to abandon their dreams.

I often feel lonely for my body and seem to see the heaviness in my heart.

Mistaken ling Hua as a beauty, the sound still calls geometric pain.

Dare to ask where the imperial doctor is? Mo Yan is in good health in the morning.

If you want new wine, don't worry. A cup of warm touches my heart.

I don't know about friendship in life, but I really see that Hua Tuo is still alive.

Never give up after rejuvenation, Li Xia is like a second mother.