In times of turmoil, life is in ruins
This fairy-like person stands in the countercurrent with a smile on his face
He walked all the way and went west again
I saw him holding a handful of loess in his hand
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"Didn't you call me here?" This seemed to be asking people, but also seemed to be a low rhetorical question.
The cool autumn wind blows by, bringing out the joys, sorrows and joys of the world
Intention: Where does the human heart go?