Autumn night stirs up clouds, and dreams turn to spend cold water.
A silent voice passed through the clouds, ringing and shaking the empty Committee of sparse forest leaves.
At the end of the song, I heard the sound of heartbroken, and there was eternal love in it.
The golden valley grass gives birth to infinite thoughts, and the slanting moon on the side of the building is clear for whom.
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In autumn night, the north wind stirs the clouds, and the dream soul flies over the cold water and doesn't want to stay in the north for long.
The sound of the flute is crisp and loud, which shakes the trees and leaves fall down.
The music is tragic, blowing out the bitterness in the heart, and the flute contains the deep feeling of homesickness.
The mid-autumn grass and rattan in Jinguyuan will make people feel infinite melancholy. Who does the moon hanging obliquely on the roof shine for?