The autumn season is near, and parting is lonely.
There are high willows here, so there is no need to listen to cicadas at dusk.
The waves shook the sun outside the lake, and the mountains faced south.
I haven't felt so empty for a long time.
Xin Qiji on Huangsha Road in Xijiang Moonlight
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian community was next to the forest. The road turned to the stream head and suddenly I saw it.