Walking in late autumn
When I walk in the field of harvest,
I can't see the crops, they are empty,
It lies quietly, like a hut with dew,
The road leading to the garden is desolate.
When I walked into the garden along the path,
I heard the sound of broken grass between the awnings.
There were waves of sad birdsong,
More touching than any lamentation.
There is a bare tree by the garden wall.
The dying solitary leaves have turned yellow,
It must have been disturbed by my thoughts,
Gently fall and make a rubbing sound.
I didn't walk far in the garden,
I am in the middle of a broken flower.
Picked a bunch of pale blue chrysanthemums,
Dedicated to you again.
Hao Yue
The moon shines on the forest,
On branches and under leaves.
voice
Ah, the people in my heart.
The pond is like a deep mirror.
Reflecting the shadow of the black willow,
The wind whimpered in the willows. ...
Dream on, it's time.
Broad and warm peace
Seems to have come down.
A starry sky
This is a happy moment.
From tomorrow on, be a happy person; Feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world.
Starting from tomorrow, care about food and vegetables; I have a house facing the sea, full of spring flowers; Starting from tomorrow, correspond with every relative; Tell them my happiness.
That happy lightning told me; I will tell everyone; Give every river and mountain a warm name; Stranger, I also bless you;
May your future be bright; May you have a lover, and all shall be well. May you be happy on earth; I just want to face the sea and spring blossoms.