I don't know what time it is at this time. A thin mist hangs over the distant mountains, as if wrapped in one string after another. The thick clouds are full of raindrops after the rain, and slowly sink with moisture.
A woman sat in a dark room with her hair hanging over her shoulders, and a wooden comb engraved with small patterns and dazzling red rouge were scattered on the bedside. Let's go to the incense burner from time to time and add borneol again and again. The smoke fluttered like the thoughts in her heart and turned into a beach. She gently stroked a gauze skirt that fell to the ground with her fingers, and the skirt tied around her waist was still hanging on the bedside. The shrill cry of birds coming from outside surprised her in meditation, and then a distant voice came from the window. She slowly pushed open the heavy wooden window, and suddenly the sun shone into the room, and the gauze dress over her faded the gloomy color and became bright and beautiful, and this lifeless plain face came alive at this time. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, she said silently in her heart. But when she saw the climber, her eyes immediately became gloomy and her expression became gloomy.
All climbers went home, leaving only messy footprints. She went to the bed and simply adjusted her clothes. She came to the fence with a pot of wine. As the sun sets, the faint scent of chrysanthemum moistens her eyes, and she still goes back to the house.
The white porcelain pillow, the bedstead covered with gauze and the cool breeze blowing from time to time in the middle of the night reminded her of the residual chrysanthemum blowing in the evening.
Chrysanthemum is getting thinner with the west wind, and she is thinner than chrysanthemum because of the stagnation in her heart. She raised her pen and wrote on the exquisite white silk scarf: "The curtain rolls with the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers." After writing, she put her handkerchief by the window and went back to the back room.
The wind blew again and the handkerchief disappeared into the night.