"The red leaves are rustling in the evening, a ladle of Changting wine." A pot of wine, a feeling of love.
In desperation, I had to leave, but I didn't know that the story had just begun.
(Fan humanities --- non-BL. The original work is an article by Bai Qiulian from Pu Songling's "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio")
Qinghuai Wen\langmu
I don't see you in Longmen, but I know you in Jinggong.
How can a carp be admired, and a toad be worthy of a sigh?
I cherished my love for you in autumn, but I cherish this good time.
If there is a marriage, why wait for Xiao Xiao too late.