Su Mu Zhe
Fan Zhongyan
The sky is blue and the ground is yellow leaves. The autumn colors are rolling in waves, and the waves are green and cold. The mountains reflect the setting sun and catch the water. The fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the darkened country is thinking about the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The bright moon rests on the tall building alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.
(I really don't know how to write copy, so I accepted the offer from Fan University~)