Dandelion falling with the wind,
following the firm steps in the mud.
You're getting blurred over there,
She's hunched over here.
The annual rings of the trees expand in circles,
The willow trees in the yard are green and yellow,
Maybe it is raining,
You can't start,
Maybe the lights are on,
Someone got lost.
Over the past few years,
broken walls,
the wind is blowing all over the sky, and
the grass is spreading on the grave.
You are in tears outside,
She is silent and sleeping inside.
Gui Hong wailed, and I heard it in my dream.
The call from a distance, and the mourning turned to a long time:
Come back, come back ...
You touched her frozen face in reality,
She smiled in her dream and hugged you when she came home.
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Watching.