有些时间没来,向大大问好
说到自己,一时不知道该说什么,引用诗歌一首
Homesickness
The song of hometown is a flute far away,
Always on a moonlit night.
The face of hometown is a vague hope,
Like a wave from a mist.
After parting,
Nostalgia is a tree without growth rings,
Never grow old.
祝大大顺心如意
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