Looking back at the mountain, I saw no residents, only the city. Who looks like the towers and pavilions on Linping Mountain, welcoming and seeing off guests from the west.
The evening breeze on the way home is clear, and I cannot dream of sleeping in the cold weather. Tonight, where the remaining lamp shines slantingly, there is a glowing light, and I shed tears even when the autumn rain is clear.
The world is like a big dream, I don't know the world, how many cool autumns there are.
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It tells a story about knowing each other and staying together forever. This is a writing practice by me, and it will never be perfect. If readers have any discomfort...