Last night, the drizzle knocked on the window, and the autumn wind was cool. A Song poem on the pillow, the pages of which had turned yellow, and a cup of coffee filled the whole room with a faint fragrance. A sad love song, like a clear stream, flows slowly in my ears. In front of my eyes, there is always a figure, dressed in red, who can&;t bear to look straight, afraid of looking back and getting drunk here, unforgettable time. Night, quietly, quietly holding on to her unique serenity, the pot of jasmine placed on the windowsill exudes intoxicating fragrance, just like your hair. On the desk, I gently lit the desk lamp and filled in a prime minister&;s thoughts. Before I put pen to paper, I had already shed a thousand tears. Looking for her in the crowd, I suddenly looked back, but that person was beautiful at the light fence, but it was a wishful thinking at this time. I am haggard for Iraq, and I am no longer what I used to be. Know what? Know what? I don&;t regret it when my belt widens, and my hair has already been covered with frost. Spring has no intention of enjoying flowers, autumn has no intention of enjoying the moon, summer is not afraid of short nights, and winter hates longer. I don&;t think about tea and rice during the day, but I&;m afraid of dressing up in the morning, sighing alone in front of the mirror, and I feel sad secretly. The sound of the rain beating the residual lotus will also make me infinitely disappointed. What kind of suffering is it to miss you every day? What kind of desolation is it to frown, but to be obsessed with it? What kind of sadness is it to cut the feelings that are constantly chaotic? How much sorrow can you have, just like the helplessness of a river flowing eastward, and how much courage does it take? How to solve your worries? Only Du Kang, I&;d rather get drunk for a thousand years and write your name in the poem of love. It is my extravagant hope to miss you every night. I dream back in the middle of the night, and I cherish your name in my fragmented heart. For the rest of my life, I silently read and think.