The golden wind and jade dew, wandering in it, will have more poetry. The yellow of the ginkgo biloba leaves, studded with sunlight, trance between thought that this was the time to walk the pen, wrote down the autumn words, poor my imagination. Every morning
author：Yamada Shin
The golden wind and jade dew, wandering in it, will have more poetry. The yellow of the ginkgo biloba leaves, studded with sunlight, trance between thought that this was the time to walk the pen, wrote down the autumn words, poor my imagination. Walk the silent streets every morning, breathing in the fresh air and stepping all the way to the golden yellow. Bending down, gently picking up the golden ginkgo biloba leaf on the ground, it always carries the strong autumn feeling. #卖图晒单分享 #
The golden wind and jade dew, wandering in it, will have more poetry. The yellow of the ginkgo biloba leaves, studded with sunlight, trance between thought that this was the time to walk the pen, wrote down the autumn words, poor my imagination. Every morning
The golden wind and jade dew, wandering in it, will have more poetry. The yellow of the ginkgo biloba leaves, studded with sunlight, trance between thought that this was the time to walk the pen, wrote down the autumn words, poor my imagination. Every morning
The golden wind and jade dew, wandering in it, will have more poetry. The yellow of the ginkgo biloba leaves, studded with sunlight, trance between thought that this was the time to walk the pen, wrote down the autumn words, poor my imagination. Every morning
The golden wind and jade dew, wandering in it, will have more poetry. The yellow of the ginkgo biloba leaves, studded with sunlight, trance between thought that this was the time to walk the pen, wrote down the autumn words, poor my imagination. Every morning
