It's late rain and autumn wine, and I wake up from the wine, feeling that my mood is hard to calm down.
The yellow flowers are neglected, and the red leaves are rustling with the sound of drums.
After turning away from the world, I can be tired of the vulgarity, but I still haven't forgotten my passion by chance.
Ever since my temples turned gray, I didn't learn from An Ren but I was shocked.
Things to note:
1. It has no connotation and is just a random title.
2. A collection of short stories, all kinds of messy and strange ideas.
3. Whatever comes to mind is what comes to mind. Enclose yourself and let yourself go.
Conception: