Wind and rain fluttering swallow Zhao earth,

The sky is crying, and people are crying.

Leaving home and wanting to shake the mountain,

After several cold and summer months, ambitions shifted.

The prodigal son wipes tears from his stormy night,

Looking at the old garden and his wife.

I was looking forward to the grand plan of another country,

Now what is the consolation?

"Wandering Love and Love" ancient rhyme lightly picked up 20, night rain is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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