秋日迅风拂云裳
白露开始沾我衣
儿时树下捕金蝉
晚间纳凉斗蟋蟀
时光流逝不回头
唯有老夫仍忆旧
岁月如云随风走
年华与花随霜凋
The autumn breeze brushes the clouds, White dew begins to dampen my clothes. As a child, I caught cicadas under the trees, Enjoying the cool evening air and playing cricket fighting. Time flows on, never to return, Only this old man still remembers the past. Years drift like clouds in the wind, Youth and flowers fade with the frost.
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