Who gave me a poem about the past in the south of the city?

the sunset

Climb through the lattice window

Deep lane

How to hide the past

Whose heart?

Full of melancholy

Let the mood get wet on the umbrella that covers the rain.

Mottled brick wall

A shabby bedroom

And a group of colleagues who wrote fake Tang poems.

Unspeakably interpret youth

Stumbling all the way

But it hurts the ideal.

Two lines of longing and tears

Or pack your bags and fly away?

Xinyan

Yi Luo Wu you

teenagers

As time goes on, things will change.

Beautiful woman

Still complaining

eclipse year

It was invalidated yesterday.

Shanyuan

inlet

Cigarette seal

Yun Dan

None of this has changed.

It's bluestone

It's Tao Shuiqing's 3 thousand

Spatio-temporal circulation

On both sides of the Yellow River

I wrote down that I miss the bank.

Cut off a bunch of flowers.

Don't let your dreams turn yellow.

I poured out a whole box of antiques.

Pay tribute to the decadent old days.

Open the last chapter

The protagonist's ending

The world is so vast.

Where should we go in the future?

Xinyan

Yi Luo Wu you

teenagers

As time goes on, things will change.

Beautiful woman

Still complaining

eclipse year

It was invalidated yesterday.

Shanyuan

inlet

Cigarette seal

Yun Dan

None of this has changed.

It's bluestone

It's Tao Shuiqing's 3 thousand

Spatio-temporal circulation

On both sides of the Yellow River

I wrote down that I miss the bank.

Night after many years.

A fishing rod with only one support and one tail.

Fishing belongs to our poem.