Wang Changwei
October 10th
9th lunar month 15th
The day before yesterday Hanlu , I always have an unexpressible feeling in my heart, and I always want to write something. Time goes by, it seems that I have done something, but it seems that I have done nothing. Lost and melancholy fill your heart. Write about the cold dew again to replenish the indescribable attachment and helplessness in your heart.
Cold dew
1
Autumn wind blows hard and the sky becomes colder,
Falling leaves drift with the wind.
The flowers wither into the cold dew, and
only the chrysanthemums bloom and smile.
The decayed weeds and lotus withered flowers, and
Purple swallows fly south to farewell to the wild geese.
talk about spring and autumn on the road to meeting, and
good and bad luck are a moment.
2
years have arrived in the cold dew, and the autumn air is clear and clear.
The geese migrate and sigh farewell, and the purple swallows are hard to stay when they return.
The leaves are golden and dancing in the wind, and
The golden chrysanthemums bloom on the branches.
has passed the cold and the open air is already cold, and the strong wind is howling and shaking the willows.
3
and join friends to Qingshantou , and
is full of golden water.
looks at the sky and white clouds, and
looks down at the entrance of the village smoke.
The autumn wind brings a refreshing fragrance in the spring, and the distant mountains roar with pine waves.
years old, many elegant people are very happy in the world, and
talks about poetry and lyrics are also romantic.
4
The season is in autumn and still romantic,
Past is like smoke and wind.
The young man’s ambition is still there, and his temples are as frost as he says he doesn’t say anything about sorrow.
wants to pick the stars and moons in the sky, and
dreams of learning from Houyi to shoot the sun.
a cup of tea tastes for the years,
half pot of old drinks and old friends.
5
5
Hair is covered with autumn hair, and the years are quietly gone like water.
The young man guarded the border with his sword, and
is still struggling for no reason.
is gradually enlightened in the age of destiny, and
is still in the sixties.
climbing a mountain in his seventies recalls the past, and
watch the long clouds in the sky.
6
The youth has passed and never looked back,
The years of life flow with the flow of water.
Cangshan sunset cannot bear to bet,
Yangtze River Yellow River is harvested.
doesn’t have to sigh alone in the past,
stands proudly and is romantic.
The scenery should be viewed in a long time, and the air pressure of
Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures.
