The mountains are stacked, the yarn is hidden, and the clouds are falling in Kyushu; Reed flowers are swaying, meandering water, and a silver dragon is hidden in the mountains. Red sun hangs, reeds rest, and dragons throw hydrangeas into the sky; The red sun is burning in the sky, and my eyes are full. How long will it last? The breeze sweeps the reed mound, and the sunset weaves colored silk; Send thousands of miles of ice silk, how to break the sorrow?

Autumn dye, reed water pity, a season of dry tears; I want to be hidden, with a sad face, and I want to fall to the ground for a lifetime; How many times have you been idle? Arundo donax is thin, light, fat and wrinkled, and has thousands of worries. Reed flowers fly to play, but the sunset is romantic.

Wei Yi leisurely, autumn palm holding; Love falls around reeds, and the red sun frost falls before dusk; A stagnant water, piles of reeds idle; The scenery in Qiu Si is very beautiful. Still water reflects shadows, making people dizzy; No flowers in the air, flowers sleep by themselves; River reed root, the root is not there; Love falls on the pile of flowers and tears fall on the pile. The winding reeds are fat and thin, feeling broken and sleeping alone. Sunset in the western hills, the shadows of the deer are backlit and sleepy; The breeze is slow, and the turbid waves are far away. With all my heart and soul, I am sad. The ground is rippling with reeds, the wind is full of water, and the artistic conception is remote.

Reed flowers are west, the west is bright, and the bright sunshine is burning in the heart; Still water and sunset, the sun is talking to each other, and romance is as light as frost. People think, fall into the heart stack, break dreams and break curtains; The sun dyes the scenery, the reeds offer, and the corners of the eyes are blushing; Thousands of miles away, stealing the sunset. Blue waves rippling, reeds soaring, thorns complaining, the red sun should be returned; The red blood plate reflects the couplets, and the clouds are surging, which are both inside and outside each other.

Love is hard to break, meaning holding hands, autumn water beside the reed. The wind is swaying and red light is printing and dyeing. It's not that Yuanyang is disrespectful to immortals. The first frost and sunset, Hongyan goes south, autumn comes and winter comes, and lonely frost is inexhaustible. The wind is red and the sun is red, I am ashamed; Autumn reed, hanging the front curtain; Want to drink like burning, meaning long, geese whispering, scenery hanging.

The wind doesn't speak, the reeds sound gentle and the still water is beautiful; Reed hands, attached to the fairy side, cloud Mae smart face; The sun is behind, the reeds are in front, and the phantom is gone. In my mind, affection and empty fantasies linger; Private thoughts, endless chaos, flowers hidden in Italian rooms; You are on the right, you are on the left, and a bed is drunk.

Reed is protruding, the sun is red, and the dream of autumn scenery is a source. Your heart is full of bitterness, your dream is broken, like a reed sleeping in the sunset; Iraqi people drifted away, meaning to leave the hospital, like the sound of reeds. Thinking of the reed smile in the air gap, my eyes are red; Thousands of strands rise in the wind, green hearts pour, thousands of strands fall into still water, and dry land burns day by day. Sunset red, meaning embedded; A vein withered stem, frosted years; The wind is eager to smell the fragrance, winding around, blowing the autumn charm, and finally getting a thousand glasses of wine, the Millennium dream intoxicated me.

Reed rustles and the red sun burns. Reed flowers catch up with the sun, and the sun sets quietly; Water is silent, sound is silent; Ink falls in the heart and stacks like fire. The red plate reflects the scenery, and the scenery is like a reed. The reed stems are in love, and it is difficult to give up, and it is difficult to give up. The wind is blowing and the reeds are swaying; Shu Yun, the red sun dyed Qiu Ge red.

There are thousands of worries in one scene, the wind and cloud are leisurely, the reed sounds like red sun, and the autumn water avoids it.