Waves, waves,

The ups and downs of the river are endless;

Thousand bays, hundred beaches,

I can't tell if there is anything in the waves.

It's joy, it's sorrow,

Ask you how much laughter and sorrow you have;

It's love, it's hate,

Successes and failures are surging.

"Poetry Collection" Wave running, wave is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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