Write a short poem about the past in the south of the city

The sunset covered the lattice windows and deep alleys. How to hide the past? Whose heart is full of melancholy and makes the mood wet. The mottled brick wall on the umbrella that was caught in the rain. The shabby dormitory and a group of colleagues who wrote fake Tang poems made the youth play flamboyant and stumbled all the way, but it hurt the ideal. Two lines of Chun Qing or backpacking. The new swallow changes according to the eaves. Beauty is still complaining about the failure of the erosion year. Yesterday, the mountains were far away, the smoke was curved and the clouds were light. These things have not changed. It's bluestone, it's peach water. Three thousand hours of time and space circulate on both sides of the Yellow River. I wrote down my thoughts about the bank and cut a bunch of flowers. Don't let my dreams turn yellow. I poured out a whole box of ancient incense to pay tribute to that decadent old time. Open the last chapter. The protagonist's ending, the world is so vast. Where should we go in the future?