Qing Xing'er·Autumn
Author: Zhu Zhuan of the Ming Dynasty
I was sleeping on my pillow at noon and dreaming of the beginning of my illness. I was on a high building, leaning against the railing alone. In the Qing Shang Dynasty, the golden wind came, the sound of anvils was intermittent, the sound of bamboo rafts was resentful, and the formation of wild geese was frightening.
The scenery is unbearable to look at, and the place where you stare is full of sorrow. Autumn light talks about the lack of human feelings, the vast wild water, the vast decaying grass, and the faint green mountains.