A poem I don't know what to do.

Wandering-there is more than one chess piece between two rooms

, Dulianji.

Hesitation-If you don't squint, you should turn to hesitation.

Take a long time-

You come from the south, and five horses stand upright.

Hesitation-inner hesitation and doubt, trying to adapt yourself.

Wandering-only the past is pregnant with the present, and my heart is wandering.

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.