Rain Lin Ling · Chilling Cicadas are miserable
Author: Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, and the showers have begun to stop.
Drinking in the Dumen tent has no thoughts, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat.
Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to leave out the Qingqiu Festival!
Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them?