Piled up all over the place
Sycamore leaves on the four square yo,
Occasionally there are cicadas noisy tree heads.
The Weaver Girl heard the sound and stopped the lead,
Cowherd saw the scene and forgot about morning glory.
Will sleep on the guests of sorrow,
I want to dream of Xi Liqiu.
Rhymes with cool breezes from here on,
Suburban pen and ink on the harvest.
Occasionally there are flowers and branches
Can't bear to leave
In the autumn season, Xu Chao looked at the sky in the desert, not knowing which one was the cloud floating from his hometown, nor did he know if Hongyan could help me tell my hometown the message of my peace! At such a time, the virus is raging in Jiangsu, and we can only pray for the safety of our hometown