The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It's the Double Ninth Festival again, where we stand on the pavilion,
Dogwood incense pendant.
Purple Ju gas floats in the courtyard door, and there is a mist and drizzle in the evening.
Yongyongxin's wild goose swallows cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year
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