"Rain Lin Bell" Liu Yong, Song Dynasty, original text The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night, the shower has begun to stop. There is no trace of drinking in the tent of the capital, and the place of nostalgia is the orchid boat. Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke. Thoughts go thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and the mist is heavy at dusk. Since ancient times, sentimentality has hurt parting, and it is even more embarrassing to be left out in the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon wanes. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?