I am full of yearning for my hometown.
Remember that the human body is cold.
Although the fireworks city is beautiful,
Xia Guang didn't warm me. Deep affection is sent between poems, and love is entangled in my heart. Put in the east wind to pick up acacia, rain to beat banana, and the night gets colder. It's hard, the moonlight is weak, and someone needs to untie the bell and tie it. My thoughts are tangled, I miss you and whisper. (Qing: You) give a cavity of true feelings. After the rain, my wife and I opened ten thousand flowers. * * * The old man loves forever, and it rains all over the sky, but I don't know why the beautiful woman appeared first, but I held an umbrella.