My own poem. Prepare your own topic. .

Thoughts are still there, the fallen trees are still there, the shadows of dead birds are still there, people are far away from the horizon, the loves

Thoughts are still there, the fallen trees are still there, the shadows of dead birds are still there, people are far away from the horizon, the lovesickness is in my heart, I am so worried that I can’t sleep alone under the cold lamp in the Qiong Tower, I am so sad that you have no mercy, I miss you thousands of miles away with the bright moon, the frost Another year of white hair