C83 Sweet appointment(part i)

Twenty days out of the city,

The pain of yearning is fried;

Divided by mountains and water,

Love to the depths always return.

Late autumn. The autumn wind was blowing, and the sun was shining. The fields were bare; only the green of turnips and cabbages was so endearing; the trees had long since fallen, and the green of the pines gave some light to the gray waste of the mountains