By the cold autumn waters of the bay.
In a weak autumn willow
On a timid and sad branch
On an autumn leaf that will turn yellow but not yellow.
Yes, it is.
The language is clean and neat.
tell
Sanqiu's love poems, love stories, love stories.
finally
Sweep gently in the autumn halo of autumn eyes.
One and a half laps
With the passing of autumn.
This autumn whisper
Sanqiu's love poems, love stories, love stories.
I also fell into the autumn dizziness of autumn water.
One and a half laps
With autumn
pass