The fallen leaves are just beginning to bloom, and I can't help but lean on the railing alone in despair.
The west wind between the two places is separated by people's dreams. One day, it rains coldly and the wild geese sound cold.
In the autumn of autumn, I cut the candles and recited new sentences, and I reminisced about old joy through wine and essays.
I failed to live up to my appointment at this time, and the fragrance of osmanthus is so different.
---Aixinjue Luo Yinzhen's "Feelings in Mid-Autumn"
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