Autumn colors dye the cool breeze on the shore.
Between the broken leaves and the dream marks, there is the moan of geese everywhere.
Flocculation in the wind is a looming sorrow.
The wind is cold and the rain is cold.
Lonely artistic conception, rendering people's hearts
Qiu Guang, it should be maple red.
Today, however, there are gray picture books hanging.
Fog jumps among the hazy leaves.