Qiu Si
Old trees with withered vines faint crows,
Small bridges with flowing water.
the west wind on the ancient road is thin,
the sun sets,
heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The withered vines are wrapped around the old trees, and at dusk, some crows who have returned to their nests perch on the branches. Under the quaint bridge, the clear water gurgles, and several families live a peaceful life. I am walking on a desolate ancient road, only the bleak and sad westerly wind coming on me and a tired and thin horse. The setting sun has dyed the horizon red, and it is dusk, and I am still wandering alone with endless sadness. Qiu Si
Zhang Ji
Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want the writer to write a book.
I can't talk about the fear in a hurry, and pedestrians are coming and opening.
In Luoyang City, the familiar autumn wind blows again, with the loneliness of chrysanthemums and the sadness of fallen leaves, standing in front of the steps, the wind shakes my clothes, and I can't help falling into deep sadness. I haven't heard from my hometown for a long time. Are my family still well? I live in Luoyang, alone, and how lonely I am! Spread out a pen and paper and write a letter home until I have a lot to talk about, but I don't know where to start. The time to write a letter is too short, and there are thousands of words to say. The messenger is leaving, but I suddenly remembered that I didn't write something important, so I had to open the envelope in a hurry, because this small letter entrusted me with endless thoughts in this rustling autumn.