The Little Palace Maid is Cute and Charming, but She Becomes a Disaster on Her Way to the Top

┅ Autumn rain: It is a kind of emotion of the years, sad, lonely, and very sad; the slightest drizzle is like the telling of time, soft, affectionate, and helpless! While Chun Yu was reading, Xia Yu met while playing chess. Autumn rain collects and stores, winter rain makes wine order. There is an autumn rain of tears in everyone's heart What kind of poem does the autumn rain in your heart turn into? Although the door is set up, it always conceals the fact that autumn has come and spring has passed. The flowers have all fallen, but it was the wind and rain that made them fall. The sound of Wuye leaves and the sound of autumn, the sound of banana leaves and the sound of sadness. There is a layer of autumn rain and a layer of coolness, and there are flowers falling everywhere and sadness everywhere. Qiu Yu: It's a key! With cool tenderness, it opens the door of autumn gently, gently, without you noticing. It is like smoke and mist, floating silently in the rubble in the open space, on the fallen branches and leaves, wetting the ground, the house, the trees, and the heart. On a cool autumn night, an old man was at ease. After the lights were turned off, I fell asleep to the sound of beautiful rain. Autumn rain lingers and autumn whispers linger Autumn, with a little more thoughts Missing my hometown, missing old friends, recalling the past... An autumn wind and a rain, an autumn rain and a cold. It's another autumn rain, and another autumn leaves are turning yellow. Rain: It's a mood! Sprinkle, float and fall for the heart. The light rain is falling, fresh, natural and touching, The coolness is a kind of warmth and a kind of longing. The rain is pouring down, it is free and easy, sudden and shocking, That wantonness is a kind of deep-rooted and a kind of cry. Cold rain turns into snow, which is silence, sublimation and poignancy. That experience is a kind of heart and a kind of sadness. There is wind, rain and falling flowers outside the window There are poems, tea and time in the window The lanterns have fallen and the chess pieces have not been picked up. I sigh that the new prosperity has reversed the journey and left behind. Rain: It's a kind of elegance! It is a beauty that penetrates the years. Rain: falling freely, confusing the eyes and intoxicating the heart Rain: poetic and memorable Rain: The song-like ups and downs are heart-warming Rain: falling for those who are thoughtful, relieved for those who are thoughtful, and sad for those who are idealistic. Rain: It is the splendor of nature, the baptism of time, the beauty of life, and eternity. The lonely breeze flows slowly, and the cool drizzle falls silently This wind, this rain, this world, that person, that heart, that season. The sound of pattering rain makes my mood incomprehensible The autumn rain outside the window brings back whose memories ┄ A curtain of autumn rain fills the ground with lovesickness Autumn rain: falling silently, like the silver threads spit out by countless silkworm mothers, densely woven diagonally, the desolation and resentment have long been exposed, her rain curtain is so dense, it hangs a bead curtain between heaven and earth. When you asked about your return date, it rained at night in Bashan and the autumn ponds swelled. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in the mountains and rivers. I don't know if it's the autumn wind that disturbs my thoughts, or the autumn rain that wets my mind. It's always easy to miss me on rainy nights. It's late at night, and the cool breeze is blowing again When I opened the window, the window screen was blown by the wind, and it also gently brushed my face, my eyebrows, my hair... There was a sound of rain: "Xixixi┄LiLi┄Drip┈Ta┈Drip┈Ta┈" Drifting in the wind, making eyes and heart wet ┄ Autumn rain leaves no trace, falling leaves are silent Autumn rain: like silver and sticky spider silk, weaving into a soft net, netting the entire autumn world. Looking at the vast autumn rain, I miss the person I care about, and long to meet again, behind a curtain of autumn rain. The rain falls softly, then lightly, then heavily, drenching one's thoughts and immersing people in poetic fantasy. The years that have been dusty in my heart are full of reluctance and warm whispers. The encounters in life are like the rain outside the window, they have been wet, they have been wet, they have been close, they have been far away... After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather comes late in autumn. The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows over the rocks. Autumn after the rain is fascinating, whether it is the bright moon at the pine gate or the clear spring on the stone ┄ Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn snuggle! When faced with the troubles of life, keep your mind calm and deal with them calmly like raindrops with a smile. Facing the passage of time, don't be trapped in love, just walk with your heart in the rain and the wind, singing. In the face of the ups and downs of life, do not be confused by the world, experience it with your heart like rain, and be as calm as washing. The passion for life comes from this elegance If you can, leave me in the rain Stay in youth, stay in the best time When the rain stopped, my mood was all over the place. On the road with yellow leaves and moss, where is the fragrance of pink clothes? The news is very meaningful, I miss you a lot tonight Half of the autumn rain and autumn rain are blown away by the wind. A layer of autumn rain, a layer of coolness, and a layer of fallen flowers with fragrant veins. The same fleeting time is unforgettable, and there is nowhere to hide the sorrow. ┄ Cold autumn, cold frost, cold fallen leaves! Leaning down to pick up a fallen leaf That clear context is a pure state of mind Just a little damp. Close your eyes and listen to the flowing wind That soft singing is a distant sweet message Just a little confused. Think deeply about something That wordless silence is the intoxicating feeling Just a little sad. What is wet is rain and the heart What is blurred is the eyes and the wind What is sad is the passing years Eternal is life, the whole world Rain is a kind of heart language, a kind of confiding ┄ Think about the long autumn, think about the short autumn Listening with your heart is like the wind caressing your heart, bringing you thoughts, coolness, tears, and longing! Listening with your heart is like a flower blooming silently, with flower language, memories, longing, and confusion! Listening carefully is like a poem that gently twists the time. There is silence, indifference, letting go, and sentimentality! Brings coolness and beauty! Also brought my greetings and blessings. My thoughts are like leaves in the wind and rain, floating with the rain. Flowers and rain cover the ground. What remains in my heart is: season, footsteps, mood... Things change, stars change, and flowers bloom and fall for another season. The scenery in front of the window remains the same, but the past has faded away. The cycle of time and the changing of seasons are the laws of nature. ... The autumn rain is falling, so I need to put on more clothes! September 9th.

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Dear author, why don't you have any follow-up during the National Day holiday? A fascinating novel. I hope the author will continue it soon. Come on.