"According to Winter Night"

Looking back at my hometown, I am thirty years old.

I vaguely wrote a poem in my dream.

I remembered that I played with my child,

Unforgettable to know each other in the past.

The dream is just about to be awakened in ten years.

Drunk with spring flowers and autumn fruits.

Don't say that beauty is short in the world,

Why do you have to know each other when you meet?
Chapter completed!