? Sad autumn and sad winter
On the eve of the beginning of winter, I was walking alone on the mountain road, looking at the scene of falling leaves in the cold wind, the vast western mountains, and the setting sun like blood, and suddenly I felt hurt. Therefore, the tragic song and the chanting of the lonely path finally became a blank verse, with the blank cover hanging down to reveal itself.
? The north wind rustles the autumn leaves, which begin to welcome winter.
? People walk on empty mountain paths, singing in sorrow.
? It seems that my hometown is far away, or it may be difficult to get over.
? But I recall that the bell sounded late and the setting sun sent me to the distant mountains.