There is a girl in ocher clothes on the city wall who likes to drink wine and look at the moon. Whenever the wind blows from the south, her eyes will turn red.
The man wearing a coat, lighting a lamp and holding a pen, looked for the girl. The south wind passed through the hall, blowing the corners of the paper and taking away some dark thoughts.
I don't know why the wind blows so hard, and I don't know what the girl thinks when she looks at the moon when the wind blows.
But thinking about it, the south wind is not good. It blows up and down for three thousand miles. It can't bring the warmth of Chang'an, nor can it blow away the loneliness of the desert.
In this wind, there seems to be the fragrance of soap locust flowers.
Intention: If the positions are different, right and wrong may not be able to be distinguished.