The fallen leaves finished their last trembling.
The flowers disappeared into the blue eyes of the lake.
The anvil in July is still far away.
warm
There are no wild geese in Liao Qiongqiu's sky.
Write down their beautiful sonnets.
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Horseshoe leaves and flowers.
On the hill road in the south.
The singer left a broken rhyme.
In autumn, in the dim temples in the north,
There is nothing left in autumn.
Leaving only a warmth.
Leaving only a warmth.
Everything was left behind.
Qiu Meng Dai Wangshu
The shepherd's bell in the distance,
Shake off the light leaves.
Qiu Meng is light,
This is the gentle and elegant love of a shepherdess.
So my dream came quietly,
But it carries a heavy past.
Oh, now,
I have a little cold,
It's a little cold,
Still a little depressed.
Liu Dabai, on the autumn night river
Birds return to their nests,
Embarrassed as it is,
And come back with the sunset.
Flap your wings,
Throw the sunset on the river;
White-headed reed,
And dressed up as a beautiful woman.