Li Qiao
The round soul is cold and empty,
Everyone speaks the same language.
Knowing that it is thousands of miles away,
No wind and rain?
cicada
Yu Shinan
Hang your head and drink clear dew,
The stream gurgled through the sparse tung trees.
From a distance,
Not the autumn wind. Note: the head is another Rui (two sounds) next to the noose. If you can't type it, change it to a head. Please forgive me.