The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
I feel nostalgic at the door. I was urged by the blue boat, holding my hand and staring at me with tears in my eyes, but I was speechless and choked up.
Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy.
Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention neglecting the autumn festival.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, the wind is blowing and the moon is losing.
It should be a good time and a good scene.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.