The autumn wind has faded the spring reds, and the peach blossoms have dispersed and can only bloom again. The setting sun spreads light for thousands of miles, and the luxuriant grass envy the outsiders. The egrets linger, and the wind blows in the blue clouds. When the prosperity is gone, you and I will sit opposite each other under the tree, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and listen to the sweet music of the phoenix. This life is in vain. The bright moon is white and flawless. It is enough to have you by my side.
It turns out you are still writing