These days, Doudou is so tired, so I gave myself a vacation! Hehe, it feels so good! Friends, have you missed me? I've missed you all! Hehe! This time it's still poetry, please support me!\.\(Reflections on the Diaoyu Islands)\The sea stirs with autumn, barbarians wield deer-cutting knives. One must know the Eastern warriors, whose past days of battle are gone. Fifty years of union and separation, the streets of the provinces surge like rivers. Brave young warriors with sharp blue blades, the first drop of blood breaks the grass. I was originally a scholar and a heartbroken guest, yet I harbor gratitude and resentment for heroes. Golden and silver platforms, Diaoyu Islands, Yongle state, return to the present day. Duke Qi's treasured sword still remains, killing enemies on the battlefield, the star flags waving.\.\
\||\(The Only One) When I rest my head on a lonely heart / and bid farewell to the departing / you tell me / stay / you are my only one / When you leave this wandering heart / abandoning fame and fortune / I realize / what cannot be kept is that passion / Why / do you not take my hand / and follow bravely / The wandering bell tells me / when the dream is over there it will wake / Please believe / from the ends of the earth / that is the eternal only one.\.\
\||\(Yong Yu Le)\In the floating world, countless layers, evening clouds shift the sky, wind and rain on the windowsill. I ask the loving one, separated by thousands of miles, longing speaks of Liang Zhu. Twin butterflies, now united, perching phoenixes fill Xiangxi all the way. Today I, resent the paper and ink of fate, tears stain the bottom of the fan in the wind. A commoner's feelings, a cold hymn, waiting for a look back. Snow, willow, rouge, how do pearls compare, jade dust accumulating. Wushan and the blue seas, southern red beans, pledged life and death. Wind at the bottom of the fan, raising the curtain, emotions held close.\.\
