Don't rush back until you see Handan Road. How depressed is the autumn wind? Drinking in the bright window, talking in the dark, it is best to stay in the company.
It's strange to recite new words after a brief encounter. Salt wadding is made by people. Now I am haggard, but I have a pair of tearful eyes, like Huang Meiyu.
When I returned to Hangzhou this year, Qingzhao was 52 years old (nominally 53 years old). Since then, I have been living in Hangzhou, with my brother Li Wei. Lonely old people are lonely and attached to weak brothers, and their hearts are naturally bitter. Where does my brother often go? Between parting and reunion, how many tastes come to mind. So there was the song "Jade Case"? There is no sign of Handan Road ":
Rely on a pair of weak shoulders, until you are old.
I sang all the spring flowers and the autumn moon, but I didn't leave a lyric to sing to the floating life.
I'm used to where you will go, so I shouldn't be in such a hurry.
Old age, no feelings, wandering in the autumn wind.
Drinking light wine, killing loose time.
Tell the secret lamp the dead line of life.
Watching you go far away, waiting for you to come back.
Who can you tell those days of tears?
Arrange the poems that are not too strong into sentence patterns,
From a fresh yellow leaf, you hear the sound of wind and rain.
Do you have to describe this calm sadness?
The color you use most is dusk, not sunset.
Turn over the books and give the years a chance to turn back.
Look at the distant mountains and give life a chance to settle.
Look in the mirror and read that gaunt face carefully.
Perhaps, not all sadness needs tears.