Ruan Langgui
The golden palm dew turns into frost on the horizon, and the clouds follow the long words of wild geese. The red cup and green sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the human feelings are like hometown. The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow, and Yin's emotions are old and crazy. If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, don't break your heart by singing clear songs. ——Yan Jidao