Seeking a palindrome poem-Pan Er

Looking forward to Ouyang, like the north wind blowing flowers, stepping on the horse to return, stepping on the horse to dusk, dusk, the sunset reflects the Red River, reflecting the Red River, my mother is looking forward to going home. Letters from home are simple, but bitter letters will come eventually. The bitter letter will come, and the son will not return. A letter from home is enough to comfort my mother.