Dear! You have asked me many times
You asked me about my return date
A simple yet
complicated matter
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Let me tell you, the date of return
has already been written in the rain
The winter rain in Lingnan
carries my dream
Falling at the top of Baiyun Mountain
Landing at the foot of Yuexiu Mountain
Dropping under the fifth floor
Falling in the streets and alleys
Pearl River, tide The tide rises and recedes
East Lake, Yangliu Yiyi
Snow and rain, silk silk
Don’t ask me about my return date
Not even the boss
Unexplainable things
The date of return has already been written in
messages, sung in poems
and working outside
What is the return date
Ah! Prodigal son...
Grassroots poet Zhang Yaoguang