The meaning of the previous sentence is probably that the earthly past has long since disappeared, leaving only the lines I wrote and sang.
Rhyme, that is, wind-induced, emotional flavor. A few degrees, that is, several times, many times.
The last sentence probably means that maple leaves are dyed red by the unique wind in late autumn. How many times have I missed you in this red maple season?
Use English as an example:
Flowers bloom and fall silently, and the full moon lacks sleep.
When the moon lacks flowers, the flowers must be round.
The other shore used to be flowers and leaves, and the lonely moon reflected the flowers and got drunk alone.
—————————/Wen, Wei Wei
Late autumn is like a sad song, the leaves play a melody, and the flowers bloom for a season. I am alone in the moonlight, watching the stars all over the sky, recalling the past, where to find them, thinking about my heart in my dream, the past is far away and melancholy, and thousands of lovesickness are scattered in the wind. The rustling maple leaves circled again, fell to the ground and turned to dust.
The storm at night has turned green again, and I still can't forget the old feelings. I invited Yue to drink a glass of wine, and all kinds of flavors welled up in my throat. First frost's cold dew is the same, and my feeling is at my fingertips. The fragrance of ink is elegant, which dispels this season's wheatgrass. Our story has no end. We are immersed in the old spring flowers, autumn moon, pen and ink dance, writing down a piece of nostalgia and parting, rippling between poetry and painting. I wonder what year tonight is.