I just like a word.
The sorrow will not go away, and the autumn scenery will be hard to stay. In the deep courtyard of Liuqu Pingshan, there are wind and rain every day. When the rain clears and the chrysanthemums in the fence begin to fragrant, people say this is the Double Ninth Festival. Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, I ponder endlessly at dusk. ——Nalan Rongruo's "Qing Ping Le"