A poem that can't sleep

Fallen leaves are flying all over the sky. Why can't Guan Qing sleep?

Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.

The residual lamp has no flame shadow. I heard that you have fallen into Jiujiang this evening. Sitting up in a dying illness, the dark wind blew the rain into the cold window.

However, when I open my eyes, I can see the whole night, the lifelong troubles in your brow.

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.

In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.