Xiyun Ci

The autumn mood is strong, a cup of tea, the moonlight is scattered, the breeze is blowing, a plain dress hangs down on the bluestone floor, the long hair is not tied, flowing over the shoulders like water, the texture of the guqin is glowing under the moonlight, and the thirteen emblems are like thirteen pieces of warm jade. The sound of the piano is like dew waking up from the edge of the petals and falling into the long-awaited night. When the breeze came, her hair flew up, the strings trembled, and her hair fluttered. Her whole body seemed to melt away in this flowing rhythm, but it was held back by the stubborn contact between her fingertips and the strings, making it the most vivid scene in the courtyard. When the song ended, she sat quietly in the lingering rhyme, as if the night had never been disturbed. There was a sudden sound in the distance.