Translated by Gan Caozi Liu Yong.

It's almost dusk. Autumn rain is fluttering, and raindrops are like pearls, scattered on the broken lotus leaf at will. It's raining on the moon, the autumn wind is blowing gently, and the waterside where Yuanyang lives is full of coolness. She leaned against the fence by the pool, full of sadness, and because there was no companion, it was late at night and she was lonely and sleepless. That's a real pity. Get out of bed, Doby parrot. Parrots can talk and talk.