A lonely boat and a leaf by the east wind,

The wandering trail is not endless.

The sea is wide and the sky is long and the tide is surging,

The mountains and rivers are intricate.

Where is the home of Acacia,

Tossing and turning in a dream.

I only sigh that the green compilation is more than a pen,

Heroes are never heroes!

2017.03.14

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 32, Xiaozhou is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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