The golden palm dew turns into frost on the horizon, and the clouds follow the long words of wild geese.
Green cups and red sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the human feelings are like hometown.
The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow, and the old madness is diligent and managed.
If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, don't break your heart by singing clear songs.
The endless love of shallow life will eventually turn into ashes.
The clouds and smoke pass through the eyes, and the heart aches with the wind.
It is the weeping of the wind that hurts the tree,
Is it because the tree has an inexplicable pain?
The great years without him,
Will it be less cool?
In this way. .
Why does God have to arrange it?
An endless fateful chase?
When will the wind take shelter and stop wandering?
Some people are destined to meet, such as.
Some people are destined to be exhausted by love their entire lives, such as Shu Ge.
And some people are destined to become passers-by, such as Aylin.
The entangled threads are either getting tighter and tighter, or they are getting looser and tighter.
But when I look up at the sky, tears are in my eyes or in my heart!