Melancholy Qiu Si
Dead vines, old trees, faint crows,
Small bridges and flowing water.
The ancient road, the west wind and the thin horse,
The sun went down,
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Dead vines twine around the old trees, and at dusk, a few crows perch on the branches. Under the antique bridge, the clear water gurgles, and several families live a quiet life. I am walking on a desolate ancient road, only the bleak and sad west wind is coming, and there is a tired and thin horse. The sunset has dyed the horizon red, and it is dusk. I still wander alone with endless sadness. Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
Luoyang city, the familiar autumn wind blows again, with the loneliness of chrysanthemums and the sadness of fallen leaves, standing in front of the steps, the wind blows my clothes, and I can't help but fall into deep sadness. I haven't heard from my hometown for a long time. How is my family? I live alone in Luoyang, how lonely I am! Spread out the paper and pen and write a letter home until I have a lot to say, but I don't know where to start. The time to write a letter is too short, and there are thousands of words to say. The messenger was leaving, but it suddenly occurred to me that I didn't write anything important, so I had to open the envelope in a hurry, because this little letter had entrusted me with endless thoughts in this rustling autumn.