This winter came early, and the wind was cold for several days.
The old friend will return to the mountain, all the way to the yellow leaves and red leaves.
When I was young, I suffered from famine and gained some experience.
There are many kinds of pumpkins in the open space, which can be used as rice in winter and spring.
The season has reached the point of frost, and the trees under the forest are quiet.
The geese line up to the south, and the empty mountains are lonely and cold.
The cold wind enters qiupu, and the willows are in the lotus pond.
Although the cold moon is accompanied, there is no you by your side.
I went to The Yellow Leaf Village, only to see the Yellow Leaf Tree.
The leaves are full of empty forests, and the village is nowhere to be found.
In the wind, the yellow leaves fell, and Yihong went to Jiangnan.
Parting a song, meet next year.
Yesterday the cat spent a whole day, today walked to the front of the mountain.
Yellow leaves and red leaves fall in the wind, endless idleness can not be said.
Toss and turn, and then what else can you do?
Say go away, the direction of the falling leaves.