Acacia has no words, don't waste your tears on stationery.

Acacia can't be expressed in words. Don't cry on stationery. If the right person doesn't come back for a long time, he can only comfort himself that he doesn't have to be sad about writing letters and express his depression.

These two sentences are from Yan's < < Partridge Day > >, and the full text is as follows:

Drunk to shoot the spring shirt and cherish the old fragrance,

Heaven will leave behind hatred, trouble and madness.

Autumn grass grows on strangers every year,

From the sun to the sunset.

Clouds are foggy,

Water is boundless,

The road to recruiting people is long.

Acacia is speechless,

Don't waste tears on stationery.