Cattle and sheep have already returned from the fields, and every family is closed.
The breeze is a charming night, but the beautiful mountain is not your home.
The spring water flows down from the stone wall, and the dew on autumn night condenses on the grass roots.
Under the background of gray hair and bright lights, why did Butler rice splash the spark of good news?
This poem is a scene, and there are not many words in it, but it makes readers feel that there is an inextricable desolation and sadness in it. The feeling of dying and the sadness of rejuvenation are particularly subtle in the delicate and vivid description of the scenery.