Yanming dusk

The sun is approaching the night, I walk alone in the field, there is no wind blowing here, there is no heat here, I feel very cool, so I want to rest, enjoy the scenery here, but just when I am fascinated by the scenery, the sky suddenly heard the sound of swallows, suddenly I raised my head to feel the field is golden, it turned out to be autumn, I dare not stop, so I continue to move forward, because winter is not far away, the years will make you gray hair.

(a)

Walking in the fields at night in summer, feeling cold and resting on the edge of the forest.

The sky is long and the swallows are singing, and they look up at the late autumn.

Walking on the road to pass the book of heaven, the sun and the moon are ruthless, and their faces have changed.

(b)

I can hear the sound of swallows every day, and the yellow flowers are almost empty in autumn.

Complaining that the summer is short, and the autumn frost can be proud.

(c)

Yan Ming's autumn days and nights are deep, and the lonely house is sleeping.

The night is long in the sky of the Yinhan River, and there is only the Cowherd looking forward to the Weaver Girl.

(iv)

When you are running around for family planning, you dare to treat dusk as autumn light.

Light a candle into a night book, and leave good news all over the paper.

(5)

The full moon is colder at night, walking alone by the river to watch the floating clouds,

Sixty-six swallows chase night dreams, and once the mountains and rivers are harvested.

(f)

Autumn dusk is only the sunset, and the sunset sings to the sky alone.

A song is not over, the night is hazy, and when can I still hear the sound of swallows.

(g)

The yellow flowers in early autumn are on the branches, and the bumpy summer evening is harvested.

The autumn wind is sent overnight, and the fallen flowers are still protecting the seedling roots.

(viii)

In the empty valley of Hongyan's long song, the clouds in the air spread the wonderful sound.

Poor and unfed, when to spread your wings and float the current.

(ix)

The West Sea is finally a forest bird, and geese are nothing more than among them.

Spring goes to autumn and the night is cool, and the wind and rain are not obstructive.

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