Look Around

Drawing the sword, I looked around with a confused heart, looking north at the morning clock, where is my homeland? Since you can't find it and can't go back, then stay, build one, and write a paragraph: A stranger looking for his homeland finds it difficult to write with a pen. Fall into the court, roll around, who wins and who loses? Lover, no love, lonely in a high building. Waiting for idlers, lying in a long pavilion, golden wind and jade dew.