The autumn rain is continuous and the air is cold
The corn is golden and the sorghum is red
The old sycamore leaves are withering in the wind
The grass turns yellow and the autumn breeze blows
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The trees are falling, the wind is strong and the autumn is bleak
The night rain is sent to the north and no one responds
The oil lamp has no light and the sun is thin
In the rain, I miss the silhouette of the people.
——Ding Youqiu Si