Autumnal

Separate lush seasons:

a dragonfly

I am singing the autumn song from passion to euphemism.

Stunning hillside

Let it lose its scale and direction.

A sickle separates growth and harvest;

A cotton separates the cold and warmth.

In a drop of dew,

Who can distinguish between gratitude and sorrow?

Separate sadness,

a pair of dusty steps

Walking on the way home.

Separate the moonlight,

We saw the flame of affection

Burning in the stove.

A cigarette separates the sky,

The geese of Nanfei have found an eternal hometown...

Wuhu, Hubei, Hubei, Hubei, Hubei, Hubei, China, fifth grade: stars in the rain