Time lingers in the coolness, and the affectionate autumn, after wandering for several times, finally, in the twilight, goes to wither, to inquire about the early winter of the dawn.
The yellow flowers only care about the wind and dust along the road, blooming gracefully and lonely, regardless of the time limit, patiently waiting for the first kiss in winter, waiting for the aphrodisiac of the wind, the slow west wind will bring a journey of old words, wash away In the dust and frost of late autumn, only the bitterness of the first kiss and the penetrating aphrodisiac remain.
There is a poem in Daoyuan:
The wind blows the wild path and the grass is luxuriant,
Where are the groans of worms and ants?
? Yellow flowers are full of love and concern,
Only swan geese are in a hurry to pass on letters. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com