Sad seven-character quatrains seeking originality

I don't write much about the Four Wonders.

Just send a melody.

author

Zhang

Chou Jun

Autumn rain dew cold wind dawn, sigh faint cry sad.

You will miss the bitter Iraqis if you stay with the bitter sleeves.

Slightly resentful of ink, faint love letter rhyme.

I worry about tears when I start writing, and I feel tired and nostalgic when I play the piano.

Convert into words

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

Concubine thinking

I deeply miss the tired strings, and I am so sad that I want to cry. The brushwork rhymes with the book, and the faint ink is light.

People are bitter about your fate, and their sleeves are gaunt and sad. I hate to cry lightly when I am away from God, sighing that the autumn wind is cold and dew.