Zhongshangji

The wind blows and the fragrance of the remaining lotus gradually fades away, and the shadow of the sparse tung trees spreads across the moon. The chrysanthemums under the eaves are condensed with morning dew, and the autumn sounds of osmanthus fall on the fence. The clouds drag the shadows of geese across Nanpu, and the water carries star waves around the stone city. Half a cup of new tea warms the old mood, and a window of clear light accompanies leisurely walks. The phoenix leaves in front of the steps are falling lightly, and the autumn clouds are pale and bright outside. I didn't realize how deep Zhong Shang was, and he was covered with cold dew on his way back.