The clouds are light and the flowers are not long.
Here comes the monk in the Red Chamber.
The injured man shed two lines of tears.
Autumn injury
Autumn rain rustles, urging winter snow,
I dyed my temples with cream gloomily.
The window is green autumn,
The matter of returning the goose outside the building just fell through.
Go to the west building alone and think quietly.
Moonlight is like running water, and running water is like boundless sky.
People who come to enjoy the moon are at ease.
The scenery is vaguely like last year.