The autumn wind chilled the pond one night, blowing away the red jade shadows of lotus flowers. The polygonum flowers and water chestnut leaves are full of sorrow, and heavy dew of heavy frost presses the slender stems. I don't hear the sound of playing chess in Yongzhou, and the chessboard is stained with mud. The ancients said farewell to their friends, but now I feel the love of brotherhood.
Intention: Only when you hold a bow and arrow in your hand can you sit still.