I only saw the sunset brown, drunk and dreaming, the flowers scattered, and no one said that the autumn night was thrilling and the sex was over.

The whole paragraph should be "autumn eyes open, fish dance all night, beauty lies alone in the west wing, sitting alone in an empty room, only watching the sunset brown, drunk and dreaming, no one speaks." The autumn night is cool, the sex is over, and the moon drinks alone with the beauty. "

I really don't know who wrote this. I don't think it was the ancients. You can look through the complete works of Song Ci, or you may have an answer.

These words are very sad, beautiful women live alone. Every day, I only see the sunset dusk, and the residual flowers fall between drunkenness and dreams, but no one can tell her feelings. Autumn nights are quite cool and seem suffocating. After a storm comes a calm, it's just that she drinks with the lonely moon alone.

There were many sympathetic poets in Song Dynasty, such as Li Houzhu, Yan Shu and Li Qingzhao, and many small and desolate poets, such as Yu Mei in Jie Jiang.

The little mermaid listened to the rain.

Listening to the rain song upstairs, the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind.

Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.

Qing ping le Yan yi

Goldwind is very good. The plane tree leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.

Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.

Zhou Zizhi, Zhejiang

When a little residual red is about to run out.

The screen is full of cool autumn air.

It rained on the plane leaves in the middle of the night.

The sound of leaves parting.

Adjust the treasure, dial the gold.

At that time, they sang partridge words together.

It's windy and rainy now,

I shed tears when I didn't hear the song clearly.