A poem with the word "independence"

Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.

Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon.

A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.

Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.