A poem that is uncomfortable in my heart

Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down.

I haven't received your letter for half a year. I miss you like a thousand miles. Every inch of sorrow is pulling my heart.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.

Sadly, it freezes every year, and now it is cold.

Beauty is unlucky since ancient times, don't blame the east wind.