1. Collection of Autumn Farewell Poems and Ancient Poems
Here are a few poems. There are many Autumn Farewell Poems:
"Yulin Bell"
< p> Liu Yong (Song Dynasty)The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent,
Where I miss you, the orchid boat urges me to leave. Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentiment has hurt parting,
It’s even more embarrassing to be left out of the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? The bank of willows,
the dawn wind and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even though there are thousands of styles,
Who can I tell them to?
"Magnolia Slowly·Chuzhou Farewell to Fan" by Xin Qiji
As you age, your passion diminishes, and when you drink farewell, you feel timid about the passage of time. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is very beautiful, but it doesn't shine brightly. I don't care about the ruthless water; I only care about returning to the ship when the west wind blows. In the evening of autumn, on the Shumper River, my children were in front of the lamp late at night.
If you collect your shirt, you can go to the sky, and the Jade Palace is thinking of the virtuous. I want to be clear in the middle of the night, study abroad and look at the grass, but I am sent to the side. An old friend from Chang'an asked me, saying that I still feel sad and drunk. My eyes are broken and the geese are falling in the autumn sky, and the empty strings are ringing when I get drunk.
"Partridge Sky: When the remaining red is about to be exhausted" Zhou Zizhi, Song Dynasty
When the remaining red is about to be exhausted. The cool autumn air fills the screen. It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
Tune Bao Se and dial Jin Ni. At that time, we sang partridge lyrics together. Nowadays, it’s a stormy night in Xilou. Even if I don’t listen to clear songs, I will shed tears.
"Picking Mulberries·It Was Wrong at the Time" Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty
Now I know that I was wrong at the time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
"Treading on the Shasha·Blue Sea without Waves" Yan Shu, Song Dynasty
There are no waves in the blue sea, but there is a road in Yaotai. After thinking about it, we both flew away. At that time, I said goodbye to my beloved, and I knew where the mountains were and the rivers were far away.
The fine mat gathers the dust, and the fragrant boudoir covers the fog. Who can attach the small characters on the red paper? The tall buildings look like dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are covered with rustling rain. 2. Ancient poems about farewell in autumn
Two farewell poems on the Qiu River
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Bo
Original text:
p>It’s early autumn in a foreign country, and the bright moon in the river pavilion carries the river flow.
I feel sad about the passing of the river, and look back at the Jin tree to leave the boat.
Returning to the boat and riding back on the horse, the south and north of the Yangtze River look at each other.
Who said that the waves are just one river, but the mountains and rivers are two villages.
Farewell
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Baiyao
Original text:
A cup of sentimental words Wine makes me sad and sad. The night flowers are full of dew, and the dark water still flows quickly.
The flying geese are far away on the moon, and the sound of insects reflects the autumn. Who will discuss the fairy boat on the river tomorrow?
Farewell to Li Pingshi Wang Changling
It is difficult to say farewell on the Qiujiang River. The boat will be in Chang'an tomorrow.
Wu Ji dances slowly and leaves you drunk, the green maple is white and the dew is cold.
Reminiscing about Jin Jun’s two younger brothers, Zhang Jiuling, in early autumn
When the autumn wind arrives in Jiangzhu, I feel sad about leaving a foreign land.
The solitary cloud is so sad that it feels so far away.
The joys and sorrows are in the same land, and the flying song is suddenly in a different forest.
Looking to the northwest from Qingshan Mountain, it’s worthy of a white-headed chant.
Xin'an sent Mu Yude back to the court, and he was given the title of Liu Changqing.
The Jiuchong Xuanshi was summoned, and the stream was built thousands of miles away.
Things come to an end as soon as the emperor is here, but things happen late.
The body of Yongzhu rose again, and the holy eyes were still clear.
Farewell to the cold river, the gurgling water seems to be affectionate.
Words:
Yu Linling Liu Yong
The chilling cicadas are sad, facing the pavilion at night.
The showers have just stopped, and there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging him to start.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you! 3. Autumn farewell poems and ancient poems
Here are a few poems. See if any of them meet your requirements. There are many autumn farewell poems:
"Rain Lin Bell"
Liu Yong (Song Dynasty)
The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent,
Where I miss you, the orchid boat urges me to leave. Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens.
Since ancient times, sentiment has hurt parting,
It’s even more embarrassing to be left out of the Qingqiu Festival! Where did you wake up tonight? The bank of willows,
the dawn wind and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even though there are thousands of styles,
Who can I tell them to?
"Magnolia Slowly·Chuzhou Farewell to Fan" by Xin Qiji
As you age, your passion diminishes, and when you drink farewell, you feel timid about the passage of time. It's the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon is very beautiful, but it doesn't shine brightly. I don't care about the ruthless water; I only care about returning to the ship when the west wind blows. In the evening of autumn, on the Shumper River, my children were in front of the lamp late at night.
If you collect your shirt, you can go to the sky, and the Jade Palace is thinking of the virtuous. I want to be clear in the middle of the night, study abroad and look at the grass, but I am sent to the side. An old friend from Chang'an asked me, saying that I still feel sad and drunk. My eyes are broken and the geese are falling in the autumn sky, and the empty strings are ringing when I get drunk.
"Partridge Sky: When the remaining red is about to be exhausted" Zhou Zizhi, Song Dynasty
When the remaining red is about to be exhausted. The cool autumn air fills the screen. It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and the sound of the leaves is parting.
Tune Bao Se and dial Jin Ni. At that time, we sang partridge lyrics together. Nowadays, it’s a stormy night in Xilou. Even if I don’t listen to clear songs, I will shed tears.
"Picking Mulberries·It Was Wrong at the Time" Nalan Xingde, Qing Dynasty
Now I know that I was wrong at the time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west.
"Treading on the Shasha·Blue Sea without Waves" Yan Shu, Song Dynasty
There are no waves in the blue sea, but there is a road in Yaotai. After thinking about it, we both flew away. At that time, I said goodbye to my beloved, and I knew where the mountains were and the rivers were far away.
The fine mat gathers the dust, and the fragrant boudoir covers the fog. Who can attach the small characters on the red paper? The tall buildings look like dusk, and the leaves of the sycamore trees are covered with rustling rain.
"Remnant Chrysanthemum" by Cao Xueqin, Qing Dynasty
The heavy dew and frost are gradually falling, and the feast has just passed the light snow.
The pedicle has a lingering fragrance of gold and is indifferent, but the branches have no whole leaves and green leaves.
The moon is falling on the bed, and the crickets are sick, and the wild geese are late in the cold clouds thousands of miles away.
The autumn wind will see us again next year, so don’t miss us for the time being. 4. Ancient poems about farewell in autumn
Two poems about farewell on the Autumn River Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Bo Original text: It is early autumn in a foreign country, and the bright moon in the river pavilion carries the river flow.
I feel sad about the passing of the river, and look back at the Jin tree to leave the boat. Returning to the boat and riding back, the people from the south to the north of the Yangtze River look at each other.
Who said that the waves are just one river, but the mountains and rivers are two villages. Farewell to the Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Baiyao Original text: A cup of wine brings sadness and sadness.
The night flowers are full of dew, and the dark water still flows quickly. The wild geese fly up to the moon, and the sound of insects reflects the autumn.
Who will talk about the fairy boat on the river tomorrow? Farewell to Li Pingshi Wang Changling It’s hard to say farewell on the Qiujiang River, the boat will be in Chang’an tomorrow.
Wu Ji dances slowly and leaves you drunk, the green maple is white and the dew is cold. Reminiscing about Jin Jun's two brothers in early autumn, Zhang Jiuling. The autumn wind arrives in Jiangzhu, and I feel sad about leaving a foreign land.
The solitary cloud is so sad that it feels so far away. The joys and sorrows are in the same land, and the flying song is suddenly in a different forest.
Looking to the northwest from Qingshan Mountain, it’s worthy of a white-headed chant. Xin'an sent Mu Yude back to the court, and he was given the title "Liu Changqing". He was called to the nine-level propaganda office and built a stream of thousands of miles.
Things come to an end as soon as the emperor is here, but things happen late. The body of Yongzhu rose again, and the holy eyes were still clear.
Farewell to the cold river, the gurgling water seems to be affectionate. Words: Yu Linling Liu Yong The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the Changting Pavilion at night.
The showers have begun to subside, and there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging him to start. Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more embarrassingly, they have left the Qingqiu Festival in the cold.
Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of styles, I am waiting for someone to tell them. 5. 2 Ancient Poems for Farewell in Autumn
The grass in the original land is withered and blooming every year, and the wildfires cannot burn it out. The spring breeze blows and invades the ancient road from afar. The clear green connects the desolate city and sends off the king and grandson. It is desolate. Full of farewell sentiments Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Grassland of Fude" Farewell to Li Duan and Lulun's hometown, the grasslands are full of decaying grass, and it is sad to say goodbye.
The road is out of the cold clouds, and people return to the dusk snow. It is early for a young man to be a guest, but it is difficult for him to meet you late.
Covering tears and facing each other in the sky, where will the wind and dust come from? Farewell to Li Pingshi and Wang Changling. It is difficult to say farewell on the Qiujiang River. Tomorrow the boat will be in Chang'an.
Wu Ji dances slowly and leaves you drunk, the green maple is white and the dew is cold. In the early autumn, I recall Jin Jun’s two younger brothers, Zhang Jiuling and Jiangzhu. The autumn wind is coming, and I feel sad about leaving a foreign land.
The solitary cloud is so sad that it feels so far away. The joys and sorrows are in the same land, and the flying song is suddenly in a different forest.
Looking to the northwest from Qingshan Mountain, it’s worthy of a white-headed chant. Xin'an sent Liu Changqing to the nine-fold propaganda office and traveled thousands of miles to build a stream.
Things come to an end as soon as the emperor is here, but things happen late. The body of Yongzhu rose again, and the holy eyes were still clear.
Farewell to the cold river, the gurgling water seems to be affectionate. The rain is raining, the willows are hanging, the cicadas are chilling, and it's late in the pavilion.
The showers have just stopped, and there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging him to start. Doubted see tears in their eyes, even Yuning choke.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads, the dusk falls and the sky widens. Since ancient times, sentimental feelings have hurt parting, and even more embarrassingly, they have left the Qingqiu Festival in the cold.
Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of styles, who can I tell you! The magpies are stepping on the branches of Feng Yan. In the autumn, the wild bananas are half torn by the wind, and the wolves are sitting in the pond, and the rain is sparse and the lotus is broken. The sound of the fragrant grass resting around the building is heard, and the lilac knots are all knotted in the anxious heart.
Looking back to the southwest to see the late moon, the lone goose whimpered when it came. There is no way to tell the past joys, and when will Guanshan leave. 6. Poems about farewell and describing autumn (14 poems each)
Farewell in poetry
1. The meaning of farewell to you is that we are both official travelers.
There are close friends in the sea, and they are like neighbors in the world. (Wang Bo's "Sending off Du Shaofu to Shuzhou")
2. Sending off the king and his grandson again, full of love for each other. (Li Bai's "Send Off a Friend")
3. The spring grass will be green next year, will the kings and grandsons return? (Bai Juyi's "Farewell to the Ancient Original Grass")
4. The morning rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guesthouses are green and willows are new.
I advise you to have another glass of wine, and there will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west. (Wang Wei's "Send Off the Second Envoy of the Yuan Dynasty to Anxi")
5. The cold rain came into Wu at night, and I saw off the guest Chu Shangu in the bright day; (Wang Changling's "Send Off to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower")
< p> 6. Don’t worry if you have no friends in the future, no one in the world will know you. (Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da")7. The three thousand feet of Peach Blossom Pond water is not as good as Wang Lun's gift to me. (Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun")
8. The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky. (Li Bai's "Yellow Crane Tower Farewell to Yu Haoran in Guangling")
9. You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow. (Cen Shen's "Baixuege Sends Judge Wu Back to the Capital")
10. Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. The evening breeze carries the faint sound of willow flutes, and the sun sets outside the mountains.
At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, there are only a few close friends. A glass of turbid wine will extinguish all the remaining joy. Don’t sleep in the cold tonight. (Li Shutong's "Farewell")
11. The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridge are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is swaying.
The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water. .
Every inch of soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don’t lean on the dangerous railings near the high building.
Wherever the flat grass ends, there are spring mountains, and pedestrians are outside the spring mountains. (Ouyang Xiu, "Treading on the Shasha" )
12. On the edge of the ancient embankment, there is a green tree smoke. If the silk is not continuous, keep the tielang boat. ("Willows by the River" by Yong Yu of the Tang Dynasty)
13. I got off my horse and drank your wine, and asked you where you were.
You are dissatisfied with your words and return to the south mountain frontier.
But don’t ask again, when the white clouds are endless. (Wang Wei's "Farewell")
14. The willows are hanging green on the ground, and the poplar flowers are flying in the sky.
The willow branches are broken and the flowers are flying away. I would like to ask the passers-by whether they are returning home. ( "Farewell" by Anonymous)
Poems about Mid-Autumn Festival
1. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. (Cao Cao (Viewing the Sea))
2. Three autumn leaves fall, and flowers can bloom in February. (Li Qiao's "Wind")
3. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late , leaving dry lotuses to listen to the sound of rain. Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty, "Su Luo's Pavilion to Remind Cui Yong and Cui Gun"
4. The white moon is reflected in the cold pool, and the moss is covered with autumn rain. (Tang Dynasty, Liu Changqing's "Youxiu Zen Master" "Shuangfeng Temple")
5. The window contains the snow of Qianqiu in the Xiling Mountains, and the door is docked with ships thousands of miles away from Dongwu (Du Fu (quatrains))
6. The lake and the autumn moon are harmonious. There is no windshield on the surface of the pool that has not been polished. (Liu Yuguo's "Looking at the Dongting"
7. Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring. (Liu Yuxi's "Autumn Poems")
8. The cold autumn light of silver candles paints the screen, and the small fan blows against the flowing fireflies (Du Mu's "Autumn Evening")
9. In the middle of the night, the wine is sober, and the lotus leaves in the pond are moving in the autumn wind (Tang Dynasty's "Dou Gong"). "Autumn Eve")
10. I wanted to give up, but I said it was a cold day in autumn (Xin Qiji's "The Ugly Slave? Shubo Mountain Encountered"
11. Wrinkling. The autumn wind blows under the leaves of the trees in Dongting (Warring States Chu, Qu Yuan, "Nine Songs of Mrs. Xiang")
12. The autumn wind rises and white clouds fly, and the grass and trees fall yellow, and the wild geese return south (Han Dynasty, Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci") 》)
13. The autumn leaves of Jinjing Wutong are yellow, and the bead curtains are not curled up by the frost at night ("Chang Xin Qiu Ci" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty)
14. The high autumn wind howls in August, Roll up the triple thatch on my house ("Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty) 7. A collection of poems about farewell in autumn
It is sad to see Li Duan and Lulun in their hometown. p>
The road is out of the cold clouds, and when people return to the evening snow, it is too late to meet you.
Face to face with tears in the sky, where can I say goodbye to Li Pingshi again? Wang Changling should not leave the Qiu River, the boat will be in Chang'an tomorrow.
Wu Ji dances slowly and leaves you drunk, the green maple is white and the dew is cold. In the early autumn, I recall Jin Jun's two brothers, Zhang Jiuling, and the autumn wind comes to Jiangzhu, and I feel sad about leaving in a foreign country.
The solitary cloud is so sad that it feels so deep for one leaf. The sorrow and joy are in the same land, and the flying song is suddenly heard in the forest.
Looking to the northwest of Qingshan, it is worthy of sending off Liu Changqing in Xin'an. The nine-fold announcement was made, and the stream was built for thousands of miles.
The emperor is here, but the return is late.
Farewell to the cold river, is there a stream of water? ?Charming star? Yu Linling Liu Yong The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night. The showers have begun to subside, and there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging it to go.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even if there are thousands of customs, wait for someone to tell you. 8. Autumn Farewell Poems
Here are a few poems.
There is lingering fragrance and gold in the pedicle, and the feast has just passed the light snow. Years have passed, and the years are fleeting. The dusk is heavy and the sky is vast. The fragrance of the boudoir covers the mist. There are many farewell poems in autumn. Even if I don’t listen to the clear songs, I shed tears. The showers have begun to stop. The autumn festival is neglected. It should be a good time and beautiful scene in vain. The leaves are rustling. It's separation.
"Remnant Chrysanthemum" by Cao Xueqin In the Qing Dynasty, the dew and frost gradually fell over each other. Thinking about Cheng Ming in the middle of the night, he was speechless and choked, feeling sad and still drunk? On the bank of willows, in front of children's lamps late at night.
The wild geese are falling in the autumn sky, the dawn wind is waning, the moon is shining, the golden zodiac is moving, the place of nostalgia, the Jade Palace is thinking of the virtuous. After seeing each other like this, thousands of miles of cold clouds and wild geese arrive late.
It rains in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves, and it is a very good month. On the Shunshi River in late autumn.
Want to go? "Magnolia Man·Chuzhou Sends Fan Wu" Xin Qiji becomes less interesting as he grows older. Tune Baose and see if there is anything that meets your requirements.
After thinking about it, we flew together. "Traveling on the Sand·The Blue Sea Has No Waves" Yan Shu The blue sea has no waves in the Song Dynasty! Where to wake up tonight?
Red tears secretly hang down; the wind blows from the west, and the branches are all covered with green leaves. The cool autumn air fills the screen.
There are thousands of styles. "Picking Mulberries·It Was Wrong at the Time" Nalan Xingde It was only now in the Qing Dynasty that we were wrong at the time.
See you again next year in the autumn wind. At that time, I didn't say goodbye to my beloved, and I didn't tell anyone. The orchid boat was driven away, and the smoke was thousands of miles away.
"Partridge Sky·When the remaining red color is about to be exhausted" Zhou Zizhi In the Song Dynasty, when the remaining red color is about to be exhausted, there is a road in Yaotai, and the foreign students look at the grass, which does not shine on people, and the pear blossoms are gone, and the moon turns to the west . The tall buildings look like dusk.
I don’t care about the ruthless water, so I can go to the sky, force myself to talk about the happy date, just send them back to the ship, ring the empty string when I get drunk, and drink farewell. Who can attach the small characters on the red paper, but send it to the edge.
Half-bed moonlight stinging disease. An old friend from Chang'an asked me.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Nowadays, it is a stormy night in the west building, and my mind is desolate. The mountains are long and the rivers are far away.
The beautiful seats are covered with dust, and the spring breeze is full of things. The clothes are worn, the rain is rustling on the sycamore leaves, and I am temporarily separated. Mo Xiangsi: "The Ring in the Rain" by Liu Yong (Song Dynasty) The chilling cicadas are miserable and even more embarrassing.
Holding hands and looking into teary eyes, facing the pavilion at night. There is no trace of drinking in all the tents.
The situation is limited to the Mid-Autumn Festival. At that time, we sang partridge lyrics together.
Knowing this, there is no plan for the future. 9. Poems describing farewell in autumn
Farewell to Li Duan and Lu Lun The old gates are decaying and the grass is everywhere, and it is sad to say goodbye.
The road is out of the cold clouds, and people return to the dusk snow. It is early for a young man to be a guest, but it is difficult for him to meet you late.
Covering tears and facing each other in the sky, where will the wind and dust come from? Farewell to Li Pingshi Wang Changling It’s hard to say farewell on the Qiujiang River, the boat will be in Chang’an tomorrow.
Wu Ji dances slowly and leaves you drunk, the green maple is white and the dew is cold. Reminiscing about Jin Jun's two brothers in early autumn, Zhang Jiuling. The autumn wind arrives in Jiangzhu, and I feel sad about leaving a foreign land.
The solitary cloud is so sad that it feels so far away. The joys and sorrows are in the same land, and the flying song is suddenly in a different forest.
Looking to the northwest from Qingshan Mountain, it’s worthy of a white-headed chant. Xin'an sent Liu Changqing to the Jiuzhong Propaganda Office, and built a stream of thousands of miles.
Things come to an end as soon as the emperor is here, but things happen late. The body of Yongzhu rose again, and the holy eyes were still clear.
Farewell to the cold river, the gurgling water? ?Charming star? Yu Linling Liu Yong The cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night. The showers have begun to subside, and there is no trace of drinking in the tents of the capital. Fang is nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging it to go.
Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. The thought goes away, thousands of miles of smoke waves, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. Where did you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls.
The passage of time should be a time of good times and good times. Even though there are thousands of customs, who can I tell them to? Magpies Stepping on the Branches by Feng Yansi In autumn, the wild banana trees are half-torn by the wind, and they are scattered in the pond, and the rain is sparse and the lotuses are broken.
The sound of winding the brickwork is heard by the sound of fragrant grass resting, and the sorrowful heart is filled with knots of cloves. Looking back to the southwest to see the late moon, I can see the solitary geese whimpering when they come.
There is no telling of the joys and sorrows in the past, when Guanshan will finally leave.