The golden breeze is thin, and the leaves of the phoenix tree are falling. When you first taste green wine, you are easily drunk, and you sleep in a small window.
Lagerstroemia indica and Zhu Jin have residual flowers, but the setting sun shines on the railing. When Shuang Yan wants to return, the screen was slightly cold last night.
Let's call it "Ye Wu".
it doesn't have to constitute meaning, but it needs to have that artistic conception. (I did this on purpose. I hope no one will come out and say that I don't know poetry.)