The cicadas are chilling, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop.
Yuan Ye is sad and desolate.
There is a Yuan Mansion in the capital, whose son is dancing with a sword?
Sighing leisurely, a woman longs for lovesickness,
The two hearts are happy, and they return home by different routes,
A wisp of black hair, heartbroken thoughts, and empty tears.
There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Passion has hurt parting since ancient times, and even more so, it leaves the Qingqiu Festival in the cold.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
