Thinking back to the time when the wildflowers were blooming,

The confused mind can't help but fantasize.

One you walked in and walked out again,

And so the cycle goes on and on,

Let the haggard heart no longer be at peace.

Waiting and anticipation are like clouds in a thick fog,

What I saw again and again was only the pale face in front of the mirror.

Irretrievable and uncondoned,

I can't let you into my heart anymore.

At sunset, I fantasize about the rising of the sun,

In the late autumn season, I hope that the early spring will come.

Can't save the rush of this time,

I hope that the afterglow of the sunset will shine on the future of the peach forest.

Chapter 065 of "Ma Ping'an Poems": Vernacular poems The afterglow in the sunset is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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