It's autumn again in a flash.
I stand at the crossroads of my life.
The clouds are light and the wind is light.
Look back at each other.
Looking forward to thin eyebrows and eyes
The sun and the moon are all autumn.
Watching the beautiful maple leaves fall gently.
Who should I tell when my face is wrinkled and sad?
Can't escape the lonely and cold night in late autumn
The rain has fallen, and my heart is full of bitterness.
Leave only the most beautiful time and season.
Sunset affects the long river of time.
It's time for migratory birds to fly south again.
Listen to the sky full of sadness and rain and tell the story of leaving autumn
Watching canoes float in front of me like stars.
Rain and tears blurred my helpless eyes.
How many people in the world are waiting in despair?
Is it standing in this clear autumn in Huang Chengcheng?
The sun flies like a boat, drowning its sorrows in wine.
Leave a wisp of thoughts in my heart and get drunk for a few autumn.
The scene of walking in the street remains the same.
How many helpless breakups have you had on the road to the world of mortals?
Colorful flowers bloom and fade.
Autumn moon is like flowing water in Mianyang.
Life is like flowers and trees. Who can be stationed here?
The wind plucked the sad pipa on the branches.
In rainy autumn, leaves and grass are wet with sad tears.
It's hard to smooth away the tears and traces of sand under your feet.
The wind is biting, and winter goes and spring comes.
When the grass withers everywhere.
Pick some autumn leaves and make a pot of acacia tea.
The cold wave is another scene of new poetry and painting.
Light branches towering, ice lanterns dotted.
The moon is shining with silver.
Who can fly the landed white dove to the ends of the earth?
Play white flowers everywhere like cotton with the sound of dome music
Cover yourself with snow wool.
Put up a couplet
Welcome a better spring with joy.