The courtyard is deep and the leaves are flying,
The scent of agarwood makes people feel sad,
The flutes and flutes danced gracefully,
Qinghan sighed and shed tears.
The forest shadows and the jade figures are beautiful,
The broken leaves on the path are scattered.
It is expected that Huang Qiang will be strong,
It's hard to break the heart by locking yourself up.
When the cold comes, frost and dew thicken my sleeves,
The partridge's clear resentment overwhelms the country with mourning.
Where does the longing for love go?
The ancient bells can be heard in the mountains and streams.
It's another year of autumn,
Humanity and sophistication are boundless.
If the cool breeze passed away back then,
The broken jade is desolate and the year is cold.