Autumn cicada kingfishers are not worried, and the old trees are deep in the shade and noise. The seasons are from this summer, and the seasons are from this to the autumn. When I was injured, I saw Nanfei Geese again, and I still smelled the rain all over the building. A pillow of new cool flowers goes also, poetic

Autumn fun

The cicada kingfisher is not worried, and the old trees are deep in the shade.

The seasons are from this summer, and the seasons are from this to the autumn.

When I was injured, I saw Nanfei Geese again, and I still smelled the rain all over the building.

A pillow of new cool flowers also goes, and the poetry is long and leisurely.

Autumn Volts

The new autumn is hot and gold, and the summer is a few points inferior.

There is no rain in the clouds, and the Qianxun Valley is plagued by tourists.

Frogs chirp intermittently mourn lotus leaves, birds sing high and low in the dense forest.

But there are good recipes to drive away the wind, the breeze and the moon and the poetry.

Autumn Lotus

Pond lotus bank willow lock light smoke, far and near frogs to the noise of cicadas.

A wisp of autumn cool withering beauty, three points of turquoise with frost spots.

Lotus laughs at me as old, I laugh at the beauty of lotus flowers.

And it is not flattering, the wind destroys the rain and cheers up the idyllic.

Autumn cicadas

The new branches and old trees temporarily sheltered, drinking dew juice and moaning freely.

The world looks green with it, but half a star.

As the song is sung through three points drunk, like the water heart without half a dust.

The autumn sun in Mo dao comes for a short time, and after the cold winter, it is spring.