It means that this year’s autumn is coming to an end

Beautiful scenery. The late autumn is late and the new winter can be expected, which means that this year's autumn is coming to an end, just like a hero's late sunset and the setting sun. The cold winter is coming one after another, and I am looking forward to what kind of beautiful scenery it will bring in winter.

Fireworks in the world, the lingering autumn colors mean fireworks in the world, and the autumn scenery is beautiful and colorful.

The autumn wind is getting cooler, and a touch of autumn sun shines through the south window. I like to sit in front of the window, make a cup of tea, turn over long scrolls, and read Nalan poems leisurely, feeling lingering in my thoughts, which makes people feel that the autumn colors are deeper and stronger.

Nalan Xingde was a famous poet in the Qing Dynasty. His original name was Chengde and his courtesy name was Rongruo. He was indifferent to fame and wealth throughout his life, loved making friends, loved reading, and was good at poetry. His lyrics are fresh and graceful, and he is known as "the first poet of the Manchu Qing Dynasty".

He wrote many immortal poems throughout his life. Among his poems, there are many poems about autumn, feeling autumn, cherishing autumn, and mourning autumn. Reading them makes people feel lost in thought and light. sad.

When Nalan Rongruo was a boy, he had a beautiful and unforgettable first love. He and his cousin were childhood sweethearts, and they had a vague love for each other. However, not long after, his cousin entered the palace as deep as the sea because of a talent show.

From then on, a high wall separated them from each other. In late autumn, because of his passionate longing for her, he made an astonishing move - sneaking into the palace. That year coincided with a national mourning, and a large Taoist temple was held in the palace. He bribed a lama, put on a monk's attire, and joined the procession entering the palace to perform rituals.

Among the thousands of people, he looked for his cousin like a needle in a haystack. Suddenly, he vaguely saw a woman a few corridors away, who looked like a cousin. She also found Rongruo among the crowd. I wanted to whisper, but I was afraid of being heard. I want to express my sadness about separation, but I can only pull out the jade hairpin and tap it lightly in the back yard