The heavens are low as the old, and the children of the earth are mad.
Try on new makeup everywhere at night, but it is heaven on earth.
I don't feel that the new is cool like water, and the two sideburns of acacia are like frost.
Dream from the bottom of the sea across the dry mulberry, read the milky way wind and waves.
Editor's sigh: Xi Jiang Yue is a more neat word plate, and it is more catchy to read. Liu Chenweng, zihui Meng, nicknamed Xuxi. A native of Luling Guanxi (present-day Xiaoguan Village, Meitang Township, Ji'an County, Ji'an City, Jiangxi Province). A famous patriotic poet at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty. If there is almost no peaceful environment, it is difficult to have a peaceful state of mind; just like myself who writes now, the night is deeper, the noise of road construction outside the window is incessant, and I am drunk after listening to it for several nights in a row, after all, I can't start when the traffic is busy during the day, so I have to grievance the surrounding residents. Without a peaceful state of mind, it is naturally difficult to have a relaxed and freehand scene in the poem, so under the seemingly beautiful new autumn, there is still some sadness. In contrast, this noise seems to be less annoying.
