Drunk and smelling cymbals in front of the eaves.

It's another year, and the Millennium is coming. In late autumn, I am lonely and miss the beauty in the distance. ) I was drunk and vaguely smelled the dogwood in front of the eaves.

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Millennium is one of the 24 solar terms. At this time, the temperature began to drop, the weather turned cold and there was dew on the vegetation in the morning. The Millennium is around September 7 of the Gregorian calendar every year. In ancient China, the Millennium was divided into three stages: "When Hongyan came; Second, wait for the mysterious bird to return; Three waiting birds raise shame. " It is said that this solar term is the time when migratory birds such as geese and swallows fly south to avoid the cold, and hundreds of birds begin to store dried fruits for the winter. It can be seen that the Millennium is actually a symbol of cold weather.

Cornus officinalis, also known as "moon gum" and "dwarf", is an evergreen aromatic plant, which has the functions of killing insects, disinfecting, expelling cold and expelling wind. Woody Cornus officinalis can be divided into Evodia rutaecarpa, Cornus officinalis and Cornus officinalis, all of which are famous Chinese medicines. According to the custom of the ancients in China, on September 9th, when climbing on the Double Ninth Festival, a cloth bag containing dogwood was slung on the arm to show the memory of relatives and friends.

The original is another year of white dew. When Cornus officinalis is drunk in front of the eaves, his eyebrows droop, the breeze is full of sleeves, his fingers are embroidered, and he walks calmly. The mountains are thin, the old trees are shaded and the jade is empty.

I still remember that childhood is cool, pontoon bridge is painted with clear water, acacia is light wine, and laurel tree is burning. Enjoy going upstairs alone, can the bright moon stay?

Nowadays, the mountains and the moon dream of the same soul, and the fragrant fog washes the carved cage. I want to tease the partridge, but I peck the acacia beans. Three thousand flowers are asleep, and your eyes are broken and your eyes meet from afar. I'd rather not know that water is heavier than mountains. Starting from the scenery, I just want to grow old with you.