The autumn wind broke the hut.

In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs.

Mao Fei crossed the river and sprinkled it on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lowest one floats to Shentang depression.

The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief.

Openly holding the hair in the bamboo, my lips are dry and I can't breathe, and I sigh when I return.

In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark.

The cloth has been cold and iron for many years, and the pride is cracked.

There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain.

How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!

There are tens of millions of luxury houses in Ande, which greatly protect the poor people in the world from the spring breeze and the wind and rain!

Alas, suddenly seeing this house in front of me, it is enough for me to freeze to death alone.

Shorts

Liu Yong

Late autumn. A light rain fell on the gazebo. The threshold is sparse, and the shaft is messy and disabling. Sadness. Wangjiangguan. The clouds are hazy and the sunset glow is hazy. What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset. Looking back on that year, Song Yu, who was sentimental, saw how sad this autumn was. She used to climb mountains and rivers. Thousands of miles away in Wan Li, the road is difficult, and the road is so sad. I especially hate hearing the sound of running water from the long river.

A lonely museum is like a year. In the posthouse, it's the same as each other, year after year. Dewdrops in the autumn wind began to get cold, and in the middle of the night, the pain in the chest became worse. On second thought.

Night is always opposite to the scene, only a handful, thinking about the past. At that time, fame and fortune did not exist, but in Song Lou brothels and other scenic spots, the time consumed every year.

The infinite city of the capital reminds me that when I was young, I just wanted to have fun every day. There are crazy friends, and when they meet songs, they compete for wine. Don't come like a boat, the old tour is like a dream, and the smoke and water are endless. Thinking about fame and fortune, haggard and lingering. It is those who have fame and fortune that make me so haggard and will fetter me. I feel a little cold because of the leaking arrow. Gradually swallow, draw a few corners. Silent to the window, the light went out and waited for dawn, and the shadow couldn't sleep alone.