Cold wind rise sky end Gentleman thought resemble what? Goose what time come? River lake autumn water much Literature hate fate eminent Demons happy people failure Respond together hate soul language Send poems give Miluo | Cold wind rises at the end of the sky, What thoughts occupy the gentleman's mind? What time will the wild goose come? The rivers and lakes are full of autumn's waters. Literature and successful life are opposed, Demons exult in human failure. Talk together with the hated poet, Throw a poem into Miluo river. |