I miss the desert in my dream. I left the Acropolis in the spring of flowers (Acropolis is the last stop to enter the desert). Changting is in a very advanced place, and I am very lonely. I feel sad when I hear Yangguanqu. I walked slowly, telling him (as if someone had sent him) and humming along, but people couldn't stay.
This word is actually not very good. If lz loves poetry, look at those ancient ones that can stand the test of time. The overall level of modern people is not high, not to say that poetry is dead.