Silently, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks the autumn.
Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of separation. It's not just the ordinary taste, it's in my heart.
This article has been significantly revised. . . Because once I've written it, I'm afraid the contrast will be too great and I won't be able to link it to the previous one. . Floated away
The fifth elder brother was so badly written by me. . I want to do it again