The autumn wind is rising again, and the sky is cool. After the middle of summer, it will eventually be autumn, so the prosperity is over, can it only be lonely? Alone in the wind, chewing on the desolation and desolation of autumn. Autumn always makes me feel sad. I just love the flowers in summer, but I can't feel the quiet beauty of autumn. Perhaps, in this noisy city, my heart is also impetuous. I also want to pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence and see the South Mountain leisurely, but there is no Tao Weng's dust and freedom, so let's continue to let the mundane things get involved.
White clouds and dogs, the world is floating and sinking. The beauty of the sea, the beauty of Wushan Mountain. Unfortunately, there is no chance to see you again. Count the quicksand between your fingers and reminisce about your bright smiling face in the year of the water flow. The peach blossoms are still there, where is the face? Ask the king to return to the date, there is no period. Cutting the candles in the west window together, I am afraid that it can only be a distant dream in this life. A difference has passed for many years, the willow shore, the remnant moon is still there, the wind is still the same, but I don't know where you are? The lights are brilliant, the lights are dimmed, but you can no longer be found, and the feelings are gloomy.
Stop-and-go all the way, all the way to the end. How many memories are dusted, how many faces are forgotten, how much bitterness is buried in the bottom of the heart, how many laughter remains in the wind. Only the gentle and idyllic singing voice of Teresa Teng at the entrance of the alley has always haunted the ears: good flowers do not often bloom, good scenes are not often there, after parting with Jun, He Rijun will come again...
