The autumn wind washed away and the windbreaker overflowed.
The waves are ringing and the ship is rocking in the water.
A faint wind, with the fragrance of autumn.
Everything, free and melancholy.
The left-behind birds are singing among the sparse leaves.
The Woods in the distance have a bony beauty.
Metal gray and yellow, changing with the seasons.
The cool autumn wind makes it all seem cold.
Here I am, kissing the changing face.
Clouds are surging, and geese fly south under the blue sky.
The honest bluebird once flew back with a lovesick letter.
Deep blue mountains in the distance are surrounded by pond water.
The boatman's eyes are gentle but sad.
Just like I am on the shore, I feel the sadness of autumn.
Reed flowers are fluttering, and the autumn wind is embracing.
Snow in November flutters among reeds.
They are wandering, looking for distant dependence.
Unspeakably sad, my heart ached.
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This is my sorrow, the sorrow of the reed, singing softly.
You are leaving me, at the end of 1 1 month.
The reed flower happened to be there, saying goodbye to the reed.
Let's work together, broken heart blowing in the wind.
The ferryman put down his oars and looked at the falling snow in autumn.
Looking back, I miss floating in the wind.
Separation is always a lament, and reeds are reluctant to part with it.
The injured bird sang a sad and happy song.
There are withered leaves on the almost bare branches.
In the desolate forest where only crows stay
-I'm here, watching the reeds float, watching the reeds sad. ...