After years of haggard, depression is good for self-injury. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating.
The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted. What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space?
Sauvignon Blanc and Zhong Yishan
One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums stay, geese fly high, people don't return, and a curtain is idle.
Play tricks to keep the deep courtyard quiet.
Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
The waves wash sand, and the rain outside the curtain gurgles.
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.