In late autumn, a light rain fell on the courtyard. The chrysanthemums on the threshold are sparse and sparse, the wells and trees are in disorder, and there is residual smoke. Sadly, looking at Jiangguan, the flying clouds dim the setting sun. At that time, Song Yu felt sad and went to the water and mountain climbing. The long road passes by, and the travelers are miserable, listening tiredly to the murmuring of the Long River. The cicadas sing and the leaves fade, the crickets sing and the grass fades, making a corresponding noise.
In the lonely house, the days are like years. The wind and dew gradually change, quietly arriving at the end of the night. The sky is long and clear, the Jiang River is clear and shallow, and the moon is bright and beautiful. Thoughts linger. Looking at the scenery forever at night, I can only think about the past. Unknown and unlucky, the beauty of the red building is often delayed by the years.
The scenery in the emperor's palace is beautiful. In those days, there were feasts in the evening and joy in the morning. What's more, there are crazy friends and strange couples who hang out when they meet, sing and drink together. The scenery is like a shuttle, the old trip is like a dream, and the journey of smoke and water is so limited. Thinking about fame and fortune makes me feel haggard and lingering. Chasing the past makes me sad. The leaked arrow moved and I felt slightly cold. Gradually, he started whimpering, and made several faint sounds while drawing his horn. By the opposite window, the light is turned off to face the dawn, and I can't sleep without the shadow.
Intention: It is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong