Liu Yong

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.

Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.

Thinking about it, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, and the twilight is heavy (chén).

Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.

Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon.

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.

Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?

Xin Qiji, Jade Case Yuan Xi

Thousands of trees open in the east wind night,

It blows off the stars like rain.

BMW carved cars and incense filled the road.

The phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns,

A night of dragon and dragon dancing together.

Moths, snow willows, golden plumes,

The laughter faded away.

Looking for him in the crowd,

Looking back suddenly,

The man was there, in the dim light.