Looking at the rain and closing the clouds, quietly by the ring, watching the autumn light. The evening scene was sparse, and Song Yu was sad. The wind is light, the apple blossoms are getting older, the moon dew is cold, and the leaves are yellow. Send love hurt. Where is the old man?
Unforgettable, the cocktail party in the period, a few solitary winds and moons, changing stars and frosts repeatedly. Hai Kuo Shan Yao, it is unknown where is Xiaoxiang. Thinking of Shuangyan, it is difficult to rely on far-sightedness, referring to the sky and return to the air. Glance at each other. In Duanhong's voice, the sun was rising.
