Text/Qiantang rain banana
At the end of the day, the autumn wind is strong, and the heat and clouds are fierce.
Kunlun does not fall in the frost, and the geese in the whirlpool period of The Dream Ze are tense.
The ferry port is slanted to the cable system, and the city head is looking forward to the soul visit.
The usual solar terms are more and more troublesome, and the intestines are broken more and more by the sense of the bottle.
(Wang Yugen's original poems2022.8.23.)
