The sky is pure and the sand is full of autumn thoughts
(Ma Zhiyuan)
Withered vines, old trees and dim crows,
Little bridges and flowing water, people’s houses,
Westerly wind and thin horse on the ancient road.
The sun sets in the west,
The heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Answer supplement "Autumn Window Stormy Evening", Cao Xueqin, "Dream of Red Mansions"
Autumn flowers are pale, autumn grass is yellow, autumn lights are solemn, and autumn nights are long.
Already I feel that the autumn window will never end, how desolate it is to be desolated by the wind and rain!
How soon will the autumn wind and rain come? The autumn window is broken and the autumn dream is green.
I can’t bear to sleep with the love of autumn in my arms, and I move my tears to the autumn screen.
The candle of tears shakes the short straw, and the sorrow and sorrow move the separation of love.
Whose autumn courtyard has no wind? Where is the autumn window without the sound of rain?
The quilt cannot bear the force of the autumn wind, and the sound of leaks urges the urgent autumn rain.
The pulse beats again even at night, and the person seems to be weeping in front of the lamp.
The small courtyard in the cold smoke has turned into a depression, and the sparse bamboos drip from the empty windows.
I don’t know when the wind and rain will stop, but my tears have wet the window screen.