Misty Dream

Two poems about Farewell to Dong Da Tang Gaoshi Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows the geese and snow. Don't worry, you will have no friends in the future. Who in the world doesn't know you? Liuhe fluttered and felt sorry for himself. He left Beijing and Luo for more than ten years. My husband is poor and lowly, so there is no money for drinks when we meet today. Ps: This is a dream. Wherever there is dust, meeting is fate.