On Zhang's Autumn Climbing to Country-specific Mountains.
On the North Peak among the white clouds, you found your quiet seclusion. Now, when I climb this mountain to see you, my heart flies high with the geese.
If the weather is not so refreshing this autumn, the quiet evening may seem a bit sad. I watched the river bank and rested on the beach with the villagers who came home until the ferry came back.
There are trees like a row of grass on the horizon, and islands like the moon by the river. I hope you will come to see me and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival with a basket of wine.
Zhong Qiu yue song sushi
The evening clouds are full of cold, and the silver-haired people silently turn to the jade plate.
If you don't meet a good night in this life, where will you see the bright moon next year?
"Autumn Nightingale Climbs Country-specific Mountains and Qiu Lai Zhang" is awesome.
On the North Peak among the white clouds, you found a quiet seclusion. Looking at each other, I want to climb high, and my heart is dead.
If the weather is not so refreshing this autumn, the quiet evening may seem a bit sad. I watched the river bank and rested on the beach with the villagers who came home until the ferry came back.
There are trees on the horizon like a row of grass, and ships like the moon by the river. Now I hope you will pick me up, take a basket of wine and get drunk on the Double Ninth Festival.
Su Muzhe Song Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn waves, cold smoke on the waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.