Yiqiu. Thousand
Crimson flowers are raining, and pears are scattered all over the sky. It feels like a game of chess.
The blue sky is clear, the fat face is fluttering, and the old love is unforgettable.
Relying alone on the autumn scenery, who is whose injury?
Looking at the full moon, the sound of the flute is melodious, the outcome is uncertain, the wind is rustling, and it is slightly cool.
Playing the piano and wearing clothes, I have no choice but to love.