Perhaps when a person sets a deadline for himself, he will force himself to complete something he would not have done before. This was true in the past life, and it is true in this life as well.
The dusk rain sprinkles on the river sky to wash away the autumn. The wind is getting colder and frostier, the Guanhe River is deserted, and the remaining light shines on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words. I can't bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the distance of my hometown. I can't bear to think about it. Sighing at the traces of the past years, what trouble is left behind! I want to see a beautiful woman makeup the building and look up, but I miss seeing the sky a few times and return to the boat. I know that I am leaning against the wall, feeling depressed and depressed.