From early spring to midsummer, from early autumn to late autumn, stop by the Qinghe Bridge, watch the duckweed sink and float in the rippling waves, watch the flowers of the river blossom and fall, you will also think of a monarch, or feel the ups and downs of life, the helplessness of busy time, the feeling of idle time, and so on. The sky is dusk, the earth is spring and autumn, society is sinking and floating, life is sinking and floating, this is an endless cycle, but I can't help but sigh some new green in the place where the petals flow like tears, the blue sky above the head, and the shore is the past of ten thousand willow trees. The cleaners were trying to remove the traces of their seasonal loss, and the lonely ending of the light-tipped branches swayed slightly in the rustling wind. In the days when the incense disappears and the incense flies in all directions, in the season when the red leaves are withering and the green leaves are withering, several new grasses show their unique toughness. The cold moon is proud of the snow, and the frost and the wind add a little life color to the earth in the season when the green leaves are scarce. Smoke rose from the kitchen chimney at a distance down the hill, and the wind rustled the leaves. "The blue sky and yellow leaves are tight in the west, and the geese fly north and south. No matter who got drunk in Lin Feng's morning, he was always in tears." Unsolvable sorrow, insurmountable reality, fear of ridicule from the world, fear of a man's loneliness, fear of the cruelty of darkness... Drifting away, drifting away, I have been acting but I can't find my role. As the sun sets, the dazzling waves in the water fade. A gust of wind blows, bringing a bone-chilling coolness. Presumably, the table in the greenhouse is already set. Let go and drink. The willow leaves are cold, the wine and vegetables are light, the sorrow is full, and after several feasts, the world will spend another spring and autumn.
