The golden palm dew turns into frost on the horizon, and the clouds follow the long words of wild geese. Green cups and red sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the human feelings are like hometown.
The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow, and the old madness is diligent and managed. If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, don't break your heart by singing clear songs.