Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken down, I quietly watch the autumn light. The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water is gentle and the wind is gentle, the apple blossoms are growing old, the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow. Feeling sad. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Memorable. At the wine party during the period of writing, there were a few solitary romances, and the stars turned into frost many times. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and it is unknown where Xiaoxiang is. Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith, pointing to the dusk sky and empty consciousness to return home. Looking at each other sadly. In the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.
Some things happen, they happen; some people, if they are lost, they are lost; some feelings, if they are missed, they are missed. I came up with an idea recently, but I didn't want to be realistic, so I had to use ancient metaphors to describe the present. This is my first time trying to write, so I hope you can give me more criticism and advice. I'll post this first, and I'll post the whole chapter later.