Poems are related to poetry, and poetry is related to poetry. But is this fate a good fate or a bad fate?
That summer, in the warm breeze, who was fascinated and confused?
That night in the lake, on the boat table, who showed their face and made an appointment;
A peerless man, smiling proudly shoulder to shoulder, youthful and carefree,
But when the prosperity is over and the beauty is withered, who gives up the love and the promise?
At that moment, in the yellow sand in the sky, he just wished he could not abandon the country and stand up for the world...