Xiaolu lightly wets the wanderer's clothes,

It's rare to repay the kindness in the heart.

Acacia endures to look at the moon on the horizon,

Lonely and idle, knocking on the threshold of chess.

A wisp of nostalgia is like a dream,

All kinds of dust and things are chaotic.

The family letter wants to send the goose in the clouds,

Speechless, lazy wording.

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 40, the wanderer is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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