The Seven Laws/Farewell

Don't be stubborn,

Changting tears dried his wine glass.

The high embankment folds the willows and leaves the sorrow,

The smoke of the ancient cage hates the gas disk.

The sunset is fading,

The return of the warbler will be left in the willow day.

Regardless of the fish and geese,

Thousands of miles for neighbors to see in a dream!

2019.02.13

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 83, farewell is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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