Poetry about continuity

The mountain is far away, but I don't know the sea is in front of me.

Stay in love and don't come here for a long time.

I'm looking forward to my hair, waiting for this day to come.

The door is like a disc lock, and the courtyard is like a skirt.

The harp is full of sound, and the shadow of the ship is long.

I will swing my sleeves into the sky, and there will be no Mao Mao rain.