Resentment Qiu Si Jiangnan

Jiangnan,

Suzhen Guqin voice, Zhijuan stood in the tassel umbrella.

The bridge is faintly singing, is waiting for return? No joy, autumn winds.

Rain, people are sad.

Sigh, the geese are not in pairs, who is holding the "Peacock Flying Southeast"? The flower fell, only the yellow chrysanthemum bloomed alone, the wind started, and only the evergreen youth remained.

Close the doors and windows, the autumn wind can not blow. Only the empty bronze heater in the house is outdated. Is this a person going to the building?

The rest of the autumn water is slightly rippled on the bronze mirror, and there is no moonlight.

Why is it so sentimental? Why is it not a jade wheel shadow, and sincerely invites you?

Wake up at dawn and go to the late rain. The lotus pavilion in the lake is a curved gold hook, which is graceful, but the lotus outside the pavilion is early and has been defeated.

At noon, only women can spend it. Through the window, hidden in the water, light boat.

There are singing voices, soft and long. Looking forward, it was originally a blue-and-white cloth maiden, Xu swaying...

In a blink of an eye, the boat maiden no longer sang. There are hills overlapping, the lights are extinguished, and it is getting late.

The show floor stands in the change of autumn water, reflecting the shadow,

Wearing a tulle, like the Jiangnan Yiren, seems to be overlooking. But what is she looking at? Who are you looking at? Is that the old man who has not returned for a long time?

The pigeons do not pass the hometown letter, and the pigeons die on their way back.

Jiangnan.

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