At this time, we can enjoy the surrounding scenery carefully. Standing on the high slope of the hill, watching the autumn leaves fall in the distance, the slope of the ridge is golden and beautiful. Farmers who began to farm and live on the black land sat leisurely by the field, meditating like Zen and closing their doors to the outside world. When the mountains step by step and the flood peaks step by step, Yun Qi is like a life, and heaven and earth pass by in a hurry. Autumn grass has feelings and wants to die; Yellow flowers are unintentional, attracting Nanshan to overlook. Buildings intersect and smoke billows, which is the endless poetry of autumn.
Linjiangxian (holding a yellow flower in his hand)
Author: Xin Qiji
I didn't mean to touch the yellow flowers in my hand and hang around in the cloister. The roller blinds are fragrant and fragrant. Ducks that can't sleep in drought are dark in rain.
I remember working together in the past, but now the water is far away and the mountains are long. No, Lacrimosa. In the old love and new dream, I think about it at leisure.
When I cut plums, I remember to burn this Ye Xiang. People are in the cloister and the moon is in the cloister.
Now I'm alone, thinking about walking and sitting.
There are three or two lines of brocade, which break human intestines and break human intestines. Where is fairy town? I dare not come or go.