Yun Qi pavilion falls, and it rains. Autumn wind and autumn rain in the east building of Xianyang city. Sitting alone on a cold night is like knocking at the autumn dusk. Although a few days of strong winds have made the water rough, and wine boats have been getting drunk on Shiyu Lake, I will one day install a long wind and break the heavy waves, which will make my Yun Fan straight and bridge deep, and the deep sea is hard to go. The first one is the proud horseshoe disease, and they have seen all the Chang 'an flowers, the breeze rippling on the grass bank and passing through the night, until my static high mast was built abroad last night. The old country can't bear to look back. In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, the autumn wind was bleak and the waves surged. Jia Wei returned to his hometown. Zhongshan is windy and rainy, and millions of heroes cross the river. The wind blows my heart, hanging the Xianyang tree of "Jinxiang sends Wei Ba Xijing" in the west, and throwing it with my own flesh and blood. Jia Tanchun, the north wind rolls white grass,