In August and autumn, the wind roared, and it swept my triple grass. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao.

I can't stand being a thief because the children in Nancun bully me. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I could hardly breathe. When I came back, I sighed.

In a blink of an eye, it was calm and autumn was bleak. Cloth is as cold as iron for many years, and jiao er lies in it. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet of rain are not cut off. Since the chaos, I have had little sleep and the night is wet.

There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which greatly protect the poor in the world, and the wind and rain are like calm mountains. Alas! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!