Author: Meng Haoran
I don't think the nights in early autumn are getting longer and longer, and the breeze is heavy and bleak.
In the hot summer, Mao Zhai's retreat is quiet, and there are dewdrops under the steps.
2. Translation
Before you know it, beginning of autumn is here, and the nights are getting longer. The cool breeze is blowing slowly, and I feel cool again. The hot summer days finally subsided, and the room was quiet. There is also a little dew on the grass under the steps.
3. Appreciation: Poetry begins with "early autumn" and "breeze", and gradually turns its eyes to study, grass and other small corners, describing the scene of going to Qiu Lai in summer and observing it in detail.