Original text:
It is embarrassing for people to say that they are sad about autumn. I like to smell the autumn sound on the pillow. An agile eagle slaps its paws to strengthen its health, and a strong man caresses his sword mentally.
I am also struggling with my illness. I can catch Hu Xing with my fingertips, sing a wild goose and write a poem, but my pen power is not spared.
Wuyuan grass withered alfalfa empty, Qinghai wind blowing. The grass stopped and the book was reloaded, but it was driven down from Liaodong.