In late autumn, when the autumn moon is charming, there is always a landscape for you to explore. A pot of warm thoughts has passed thousands of times in the footsteps of autumn frost, and I always want to leave my youth in a beautiful season. You are near and far away, your heart is hot and cold, and Qiu Si is gone! The world is as desolate and lonely as smoke. So: If you don't float away, and then you are not famous, I will marry you. Maybe not as good as people.