The Sapphire Case. Autumn Night
The beautiful moonlight spreads all over the road, and even more faintly, the osmanthus rains. Raising a glass to invite the moon to look at someone, the music is melodious, the lovesickness plays a solo, and the mist falls all night.
The ink is thick and slender, and the fingers are writing the book. The fireflies are dancing silently in the late autumn, and the misty rain and fragrant tigers are like a dream. Suddenly I realized that my old friend was still riding a horse and enjoying himself.