Poetry about goodbye

Don't leave Cambridge gently, just like I came gently; I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. -the golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart. -Green grass on soft mud (1), oily and swaying underwater (2); In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant! -that pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated. Dreaming? Walking back to the greener grass (4) with a long pole (3); Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. -But I can't sing. Quiet is a farewell flute. Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight! -I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve and didn't take away a cloud.