The fallen flowers have already danced before the wind, sending another rain of yellow flowers.
At dawn, the courtyard is half red, with only a thin thread of hair in the clear sky.
Hand in hand with the diligent flowers, we can drink more wine from the cup.
Beauty doesn't need to frown, I'm also passionate, but I can't help but drink late!
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival!
Where did you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?