Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, Qiu Guang is long, and autumn nights are long.

It is about the author's continuous feelings on a warm and quiet spring night, with only a touch of sadness and dismay; Sad mood hangs over her heart like a thick night. This girl, like a delicate flower, lives alone in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, listening to the rain beating on the window sill in the dark night, thinking about her bleak life experience and bleak future, how can she not be heartbroken.