The cry of cicadas after autumn was so sad and sad. Facing Heting, it was evening and a heavy rain had just stopped. I was drinking wine in the farewell tent outside the gate of Bianjing City. , I was not in a good mood, and when I was reluctant to leave, the people on the boat were already urging me to leave. They held hands and looked at each other, with tears streaming down their faces. Until the end, they were speechless, and thousands of words were choked in their throats. Thinking of this Going back to the south, it was one journey after another, thousands of miles away, a sea of ??smoke, and the foggy Chudi sky at night was actually boundless.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is separation, let alone another one. In this cold and desolate autumn, how can I bear the sorrow of separation! Who knows where I will be when I wake up tonight? I'm afraid it will only be the bank of willows, the sad morning wind and the waning moon at dawn. We have been apart for so many years. , (people who love each other are not together,) I expect that even if there is good weather and good scenery, it will be like nothing. Even if I have full love, who will I tell it to?