The cool flowers of the quarter moon cover the door, and it is dusk here.

I listened to the wind and realized that it was late spring.

I once asked a traveler who traveled far away, when will he bring it back to the dust?

Silently, he sat far away and looked at the sunset outside the mountain.

-- Return to the wild goose to break the air, around the stove to wait for the wine to warm.

I picked up the lamp to shine on the begonias, and the shadows became three people.

The green mountains are dyed again, and they are as red as candle marks.

This year, I have heard it on behalf of you.

-- Several degrees of spring and autumn, white clouds and red leaves.

I sat down in the breeze and boiled red beans.

You said that it would be difficult to look back on this, and I laughed at the willows.

Back then, I said goodbye to Jianglou, and now I see a white head.

The years have suddenly turned late, how can you stay?

-- Yan Shan is old, and he can't bear to listen to Xizhou.

Last night, the east wind was slightly cold, blowing dreams into the curtain.

The peach blossoms are still gentle, and the old people laugh at the spring breeze.

When I woke up, the night rain was sad.

――Waiting for leisure in spring and autumn, the white clouds and red leaves are still long.

I sat and listened to the breeze for a night, pouring the remnants of wine.

Recall that you said that it is difficult to look back, if I go with you, I have never said goodbye to Jianglou with you, can I meet Baitou?

The years have suddenly come to an end, and it is the most difficult to stay.

-- The autumn color is faintly old, and the wind and frost are broken.

I saw the red maple in the clouds, but I didn't see the old people.

Sijun is as long as a willow in a clear stream, and it is chaotic and spring-like.

After seeing the mountains and hating for a long time, the south wind was silent.

Now it's all a dream before death, it's better to go back without a trace.

――In the next life, you will have to talk to you about this life.