When I strolled across the field after harvest, I couldn't see the crops, and there was no one there.
It lies quietly, like a hut with dew, and the road to the garden is desolate.
When I walked into the garden along the path, I heard the sound of broken grass.
A burst of sad birdsong is more touching than any lamentation.
There is a bare tree by the wall of the garden, and its dying single leaf is yellow.
It must have been disturbed by my thoughts, falling gently and making a rubbing sound.
I didn't go far in the garden. I was among flowers and leaves.
Pick a bunch of pale blue chrysanthemums and give them to you again.
2.bright moon
The bright moon shines in the Woods, on the branches and under the leaves, making a sound.
Ah, the people in my heart.
The pond is like a deep mirror, reflecting the shadow of black willow, and the wind whimpers at the tip of willow. ...
Dream on, it's time.
Broad and warm peace.
Walking down from the starry sky seems to be a happy moment.