Because There Is a Southerly Wind

That year, Nan Nian met a man who was as good as jade in the world. From then on, the fragrance of tea refreshes the heart, and the red light prays. The south wind blows in October, and the red maples are rolling, twisting and turning into silence. Entering the game with love, I wonder who fell into the tenderness of a hundred feet? I understand your grief in the late autumn, understand your silent eyes, wipe away half an inch of your tears, hold your passing hand, everything has turned into inanimate matter.