Colour the earth green.
Who picks autumn fruits with the hand of nature?
Mellow fragrance is everywhere.
Who scanned nature into the vast wilderness?
Let the footprints of fruits and rings become clearer.
In September, the sunshine with hidden fire is quiet.
Snuggle on the shoulders of the autumnal equinox, waiting for the autumn sunset.
Autumn wind in September, reading the golden language of the earth.
Whose body it falls on shines with a cheerful voice.
In September, who wears the essence of everything on his chest?
Embark on another way home that quietly blooms.
2. In rainy September, there are always too many stories, including the joy of harvest and the sadness of failure.
Look at life experience, petite.
In rainy September, I was lost in looking for her love.
In rainy September, there are always too many stories.
Achieved, practical and diligent author's ideal.
Broken, so ambitious, a solid castle in the lazy man's dream.
A tramp full of alcohol, in rainy September, drunk by drinking in September.