The wind is blowing, the Yi River is cold, and the strong man has left, never to return. After the rain in the empty mountains, autumn came late. 3. Falling red is not a heartless thing that turns into spring mud to protect the flowers. 4. Outside the long pavilion, the ancient road is surrounded by fragrant grass and green sky. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river flowing eastward in spring. The joys and sorrows of separation and reunion are always merciless. Asking you how much kindness you can have is like a night of wind and rain dispersing the vast sky. 8 Alone in a foreign land, as a stranger, I miss my family more than ever during the festive season. The world laughs at me for being too crazy, I laugh at others for not seeing through me. Time flies like water, time flies like a song, the golden age is gradually drifting away.