Poetic title: untitled
Idle until the spring rain and the autumn wind are cool, a long shadow after crossing the Huaihe River. The yellow hair in the courtyard jumps over the stone steps, and the stone steps turn green into goose yellow.
Silent cicadas hide, and it is a busy season in a blink of an eye. The northland is full of snow, and the sound of the flute is bleak.
There was once a teenager who didn't know how to worry, with sparse black hair and frosting for three days.
In the dream, passers-by laughed at the cloister, and the autumn colors faded away. The world is short and the world is long.
It's still early at the West Building of Xinghan. ......
Spring rain comes in the leisure season and autumn wind comes in the cool season.
After crossing the north of the Huaihe River, the shadow of the sun (on the sundial and everything) becomes longer, (the day becomes shorter and the night becomes longer).
A few yellow lichens as thin as hair suddenly popped up on the stone steps in the yard.
The color of the stone steps gradually changed from turquoise to goose yellow,
I couldn't hear the cicada, so I hurried home in an instant.
The wilderness in the north is full of snow, and the flute is particularly bleak.
I didn't know what sadness was when I was a child.
It seems that my hair turned white after only three days.
Just like a dream, in which I am just a passer-by in my life.
Smile, look, the empty corridor, the grasshopper in autumn is gone,
Life is so short, but the world is so long.
The stars in the sky set off the Zhulou, which is surrounded by mountains and seas, and the night was boundless. ...