Juyueji

The golden wind blows in the autumn of Lingnan, and the dew soaks the fence and leaves thick shadows of chrysanthemums. The alleys are filled with fragrance and new wine is brewed, while the old leaves in front of the steps are filled with sadness. The clouds move and the shadows of wild geese cross the sky, and the moon's ripples surround the stone tower. Live up to Dongli's intention for thousands of years, and he will bring happiness to Cangzhou in his spare time. The frost on my temples tells me that the year is approaching, so I am happy to send it to the bottle and forget about the worries of the world. There is nothing mundane about a pillow in the autumn light, and the fragrance fills the courtyard.