Jin Yanxi, a gold powder family, wrote a poem to Leng Qingqiu, such as a title. Thank you.

You have come a long way; I picked up a half-red maple leaf behind the autumn; Hanging on the wall where the sunset shines; Hanging side by side is your little shadow, smiling in the forest. I'm gone, and I may not come back; Where are you? Can't find it; I left your little shadow and maple leaf there, on the wall found by sunset; If you still want to go back there, accept the maple leaf and accept my longest wait! Maybe I don't have a chance to tell you that I still love you when you don't love me. Maybe the seeds I cherish will never sprout, so I turned this poem into a tree that won't rot and buried it deeply in my heart. When I think of you, my heart aches. I know you have forgotten me, so I will leave this figure. How reluctant I am to think that you have forgotten me. How I want to believe that when you walk out of that small street and sing a song. When you read my poem, you will think of me immediately. Thank you for your silence. Thank you for your sincere and intelligent silence. I'm glad you live next door to me. What makes me sad is that the distance between us is so far away. Although the short wall prevented me from approaching, the thick wall could not stop the moonlight in my heart. It hangs on your window every night. Did you get a look at him?