The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is shaking and the frost is exposed, and the flocks of birds leave Nanxiang.
I miss you and your guests, and my heart breaks. I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time?
(I'm afraid I'll forget my clothes in the enclosure, and I won't feel tears in my clothes. )
Short songs cannot be long.
The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.
Cowherd and Weaver Girl look at each other from afar, and you are alone in the river beam.
I hope you are satisfied. ...