Applying Poetry to the Situation｜The Youth of That Year·Liu Ying

It's the autumn equinox again, in the youthful years of that year. Meet next to the pool and enjoy the flying fireflies flying all over the sky. The ambiguity of each other's acquaintance and unfamiliarity are even more intoxicated in the little dark night. Whether or not he has a love girl is intentionally imagining the little fireflies along the way. The Milky Way, which shines on each other's fate, passed by in a hurry. Tonight, only the memory of the coming year is left. The fluorescent light is still flying, and I gently recite Du Mu's "Autumn Evening"

Silver candle and autumn light cold painting screen,
Qing Luo's small fan fluttered the firefly.
The sky and night are as cold as water,
Lying down and watching Altair Vega.