Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring.
There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
autumn
From the pre-Qin Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, autumn has always been sad. When Liu Yuxi came, autumn was very arrogant.
Since ancient times, poets and poets have lamented the depression, desolation and emptiness of autumn. I say autumn is far better than spring. It's crisp in autumn and clear in Wan Li. A crane soaring in the sky, pushing away the stratus clouds, also inspired my poems to fly to the clear sky in Wan Li.
Liu Yuxi swept away the bleak and desolate autumn with his lofty sentiments, giving it new meaning.
autumn
What few people know is that when writing this heroic and confident autumn poem, Liu Yuxi was at the bottom of his life when he was demoted to Langzhou.
Bai Juyi called him a "poet" because he could sing heroically in any rough years.
The warmest thing in life is hope, and the most worth looking forward to is tomorrow. No matter what the future holds, fearlessness is the best gesture.