Reading papers in the cool night, the moon is bright outside the window. When I walked under the court, the shadows of chrysanthemums lay on the ground, and the sound of insects was silent. I knew the coolness of the night. I have been standing for a long time, but I am still in love, and I am endowed with chrysanthemum shadow. The sound of geese blew through the evening rain. The moon is full and luxuriant beside the fence. The traces of sorrow in the human world and the thinning shadows over the years are all linked to the chanting soul. The west window is closest, and the ground is covered with autumn stars. How can I bear the cold? When the sun sets, the golden powder is washed away.
The west wind is very annoying, it scratches the short temples, which is a bit angry. There is Chai Sang in the world, but Du Mu is among the people, and happiness and sorrow are uncertain. Discuss and drink, the laughing bees and butterflies live, and the cinnamon flowers are floating away. Written towards the screen, the pillow is deserted.