Sorrowful

Suddenly, a drizzle swept away, and a few leaves were lonely.

It is as misty as a smoke cage, and the slightest stain is melancholy.

The green apricot is far away from the old, and the jade fan is hung with new pearls.

The past is unbearable to go with the wind, and the people are alone and haggard.

The stubborn stone steps tell the eternity, and the empty building has gone to reflect the misery.

The sky is vast, and the rivers and lakes are shaky.

The wind and frost are still there, and the independent legacy is extinct.

The earthly gathering and scattering are all at will, and the fate comes and goes.

The world is unpredictable, and there are many vulgar people in joys and sorrows.

Yiren has lost the rain bell early, and Weijun is still hazy.

The cold cicadas turn into mournful wind and laugh, and the late autumn is bleak and cold.

Because of this, Wushan in Chudi often thinks about Qu Yuan and his fellow villagers.

The sorrow has been thousands of miles early, but the clouds and hearts can be learned.

1 October 2016

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