On the Double Ninth Festival, I will come to see chrysanthemums. Everlasting regret has nowhere to go, and I don’t know where to turn. Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the familiar swallow returns. The endless falling trees rustled, and the endless Yangtze River rolled in. Falling flowers come and go like boats as they wish. The breeze in the water palace opens and the jade doors open, and the flying light comes back a thousand times. The moonlight on the fairy palm passed by, and the lamp on the long gate dimmed and a few sounds came. The swallows in the hall since I left, the gulls in the water are close to each other. The garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall. The unique Nanshan osmanthus hair is flying around and attacking people's skirts. Throw a little bit into the clouds, and rush to the ground with three killing sounds. He couldn't see anyone entering the pool, but when he heard the song, he realized someone was coming. Don't blame me for going back as soon as spring comes. Although Jiangnan is a good place, it is a foreign country.