As Graceful as Clear and Clear

The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees turn yellow and the swallows return to the south. The osmanthus and the orchid oar are shining in the sky, and the light is shining in the sky. It's so small that I feel pregnant with it, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky. There is so much joy and so much sorrow, so there is nothing we can do about it in this world.