The constant feeling of understanding through poetry

I thought I could forget your beautiful eyes in this long journey, and I could cut off the lingering feelings and the sadness that the autumn wind could not blow away. Who would have thought that in the end, mountains and rivers will still love, and your figure will still be behind me. Li Yu's "Nightingale" meets each other and goes to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.