The shepherd's bell in the distance shook off the light leaves. Qiu Meng is faint, which is the gentle and graceful love of shepherdess. So my dream came quietly, but it carried a heavy past.
Oh, now, I'm a little cold, a little cold and a little depressed. (193 1 year 1 month). Autumn moon! Who can afford to scratch and crawl romantically with silver fingertips? I don't believe it, but look at the light waves of the sea, but I can't help crying with the touch of its jade fingers!
That's it: boring clouds, beautiful autumn moon, cold eyes and cold clothes to attend this happy wedding and funeral (19221October 6).