The pillow is lying idly in the waterside building, and the cold has struck nearly cool autumn. The sunset falls obliquely on the water, the clouds light smoke in the twilight, the red lotus water is bright, the yuan is attached to each other and sorrowful, the egret sand shore stands, the wordless barren hill, the Yu is white in sorrow.
It is not necessary to spend all day, the "aggressive and strange things" book is empty, temporarily imitate the hermit, and build a pavilion with the inscription "Hugh". Enjoy the leisure of retreat, hill by hill, but also from the wind and current. Now, I don't know how to decay, but I only feel lazy to go upstairs recently.
