Beach Iren

The sunset is lonely with dusk,

The water is wide and the sky is long, and the soul is broken.

The green umbrella covers the cold green sleeves,

Ni clothes hide the wet scars on his face.

The jade book is hard to see,

The dream is long, and the pillow is not warm.

Good things are far away from the eye-catching,

Acacia song in the gold bottle.

2019.03.26

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 98, and Mr. Hermit is in the hand, please wait a moment,

Once the content is updated, please refresh the page again to get the latest updates!