Red leaves and green hills, rushing forward. 3, I am afraid to leave my arms, how much I want to say.
4, light volume, Yan Guichun. I complain of heartbroken sorrow when the wind is low. When the wind is calm, Du Meixiang, the clouds move and the shadow of the moon opens. Red beans in the south of the Yangtze River are still in spring, so I miss them when they are folded. Didi condenses my tears and sends my feelings bit by bit.