Humble work
Farewell
Holding hands and crying,
Butterflies dancing in the past.
The east wind does not bring warmth,
I lean against the door and my dream comes.
The artistic conception is not deep, but I hope to correct it.
On the banks of the Luoshui River, I was sad to say goodbye to my beauty, and my eyes were hazy with tears. The beautiful woman will return to Yuhang, and there is no hope of seeing her again.
Reminiscing about the past, joining hands for an outing in the countryside, walking along the lakeside of the campus, how high-spirited it was!
But the high hall refused to allow it, and the resistance was powerless, so that the labor and the swallow were separated.
I can only lean on the railing and look eastward, dreaming back at midnight.