Man Jiang Hong Last year, after a long separation, I felt fear in my heart and suppressed my aspirations. After traveling far away for a long time, I miss my hometown. The late autumn leaves are falling. I want to pick them up, but I am afraid of tears. I put away the worrying thoughts for the time being. I leisurely watch the dusk and step on the autumn leaves. I am happy to write, but hate to run out of words. Looking at the long night, the moon is missing, the wind is quiet, and the clouds are not extinguished.
Surprises and sorrows arouse people's sorrow. The wind picks up in the middle of the night and the cold gradually sets in. Don't worry about those who have come to believe in people from afar. The thoughts are hard to die. The old songs are still heard in my ears. Peace is gone!