Snow through the light yarn dancing autumn wind, half of the city smoke and rain half of the city red. A thousand streets and alleys are separated from people, and a remnant of the sun falls in the clouds. The Hun River crossed the east flowing water in the evening, and several people drove several people. Xia Hua slept under the willows, idly startled

Snow through the light yarn dancing autumn wind, half of the city smoke and rain half of the city red.

A thousand streets and alleys are separated from people, and a remnant of the sun falls in the clouds.

The Hun River crossed the east flowing water in the evening, and several people drove several people.

Summer flowers sleep under the willows, and the green dragonflies are startled by idle steps.

I asked Sang Yu when she was old, and she said that she would treat the yellow warbler.

There is a reason that the rivers and lakes are gathered, and where life does not meet.

Cold dew hangs on the leaves of the locust, and the bitterness is the most hurtful for Jungui.

Sanshengshi had been looking forward to it before, and twenty-seven years of hard work were difficult to reconcile.

——Original by the girl in the order of the acacia, titled "Twilight Nostalgia"

On the banks of the Hun River, looking at the early autumn scenery, mu evening wind and slanting sun, a thought of nostalgia for this.

If you want to be the most bitter parting in life, autumn should be the season of embrace.

I always felt that standing here should be two people...

#古诗词中的浪漫情怀 #