Tell the bad friends around you to fuck off with poetic words.

Qiu Si Author: Zhang Ji Original: Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang City, I want a writer to write a book. When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him. Poetic: Autumn wind rises again in Luoyang City. As if the cool autumn wind is urging me to write a letter home, I will communicate with my loved ones and tell them. I can't talk about my troubles forever, but I'm in a hurry. The messenger is leaving. I opened the closed envelope again to check whether I had expressed all my concerns.