Seven laws. Three Summer Nights

Facing the window, the sky is clear at night, and after a while, the clouds shine. When the beacon hill is far and near, I know that water is west and east through several voices. The vines in the field are green and the flowers in the cottage are red. Twenty years ago, like a wild hope, there was a family on the wasteland.

Xiayeer

I'm not in the mood to drive out alone at dusk. If the scenery is good, you can find traces of history. Who is reciting poems in the mountains? Xia Chan has no worries about the east wind, yellow leaves in the sky and the setting sun. Wherever you go, you will forget, and wherever you cry, you will leave.

Xiayesan

Wu came in the middle of the night, asking attentively but thinking carefully. Sadness and loneliness, the voice of troubled times slowly. If you want to spit it out intermittently, just do it and pay it thoughtfully. Pushing open the window to look at the starlight, several solitary lights are deeply scattered.