Original poem: the breeze and the bright moon are another autumn, and people grow up in the golden year. Rely on the building to watch the sea and lock the smoke warehouse, and lean on the building with thin shadows and exquisite. Add sorrow and hate. Lack of lovesickness and tears. The heart is tangled and corrected, and the red pen is written in small print, and the resentment is hard to stop. Still in the place where people are, they turn into acacia into the sea. Yao Gu is in the spring.