Qiyun writes the autumn of the old capital.

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, the vegetation is exposed like frost, and the geese go south.

I miss you and your guests, and my heart breaks. I miss my hometown, so why should I leave it for a long time to send it to each other?

I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.

Short songs cannot be long.

The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.

Penny and Weaver looked at each other from a distance. Why should I restrict the river beam?