"High Balcony ~Where to entrust the book" 2017/725
The leaves are moving and whirling, the fragrance and soul are all over the ground, and the wind and clouds are about to cause disaster.
The rain hits the delicate branches, wandering on the idle gull island.
The chirping cicadas and the noisy trees are steaming the heat, making it even more embarrassing and hard to hide.
The hatred is endless, the road is dyed red with sorrow, and the eyes are full of desolation.
The crowing of the warbler and the whispering of the swallows arouse heart palpitations. I am afraid that the moonlight will shine on the empty bed tonight.
The old things are vague, and Haihe is sad with tears.
Who will accompany the spare candle tears? Resentment is thick, dripping heartily.
? Ask the heavens, where is the entrustment? Warm my heart.
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