Autumn lotuses are blooming, sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant, and the pavilion is ten miles long. I only want you to look at me!
The cold wind was blowing, the drizzle was light, and all I could see was the fluttering black hair and the person standing still. Xiangyun kept sobbing in the pavilion. The reeds by the lake swayed in the wind, making a hissing and whining sound, which was an accompaniment and a sigh that was used to the pain of parting.