Who cares for me
When will we meet in a bleak place
Where will we take the wine home?
Memories of the past and the present
A piece of vicissitudes of life, leaving the bitter
It's hard to complain about the long road
-Yang Yufei
Leave home for a distant place in spring, and
Avoid the bend of the river in summer in hot summer.
Qiu Lai is rich and fruity,
It's very cold on the winter solstice.
—Yang Yufei
didn't return to my family for ten years,
made every effort to repay.
thousands of miles apart, homesickness is bitter,
eternal roots are buried in the homeland.
—Yang Yufei
I have written some untitled poems, please give me some advice.