The wind was rushing, and the tall apes roared, and the white bird of Nagisa Qingsha flew back. Boundless falling wood Xiao Xiao, not endless Yangtze River Gungun to come. Wanli Is often a guest in the autumn and has been sick for more than a hundred years. Hardship and bitterness hate frost sideburns, sloppy new stops

The wind was rushing, and the tall apes roared, and the white bird of Nagisa Qingsha flew back.

Boundless falling wood Xiao Xiao, not endless Yangtze River Gungun to come.

Wanli Is often a guest in the autumn and has been sick for more than a hundred years.

Hardship hated the frost sideburns, and poured out the newly stopped cloudy wine glass.

The great Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu's "Ascending to the Heights".

The wind was so strong that it was like an ape roaring and wailing, and there were many birds circling and flying on the white beach, back and forth. The lush greenery of the trees is like the flowing water of the Yangtze River. Autumn is a sad season that often comes and goes, and the body is sick and left to climb alone. All kinds of hardships and sorrows crawled all over the pale sideburns, and the poor and destitute could not lift a glass of wine.

From the scene into the emotion, fascinating, describes a tragic picture of life.

People can not always stay at the lowest place, to properly ascend to the far horizon, to see a different kind of scenery, even if you are alone, you can have different feelings, not easy to be depressed, drill the horn tip.