Green leaves jasper green cover red clouds lost autumn, eyes in the shadow occupy. The wind blows fine willows and morning blue, and winter branches are dead and egrets are sad. Roots are winter hiding, afraid of grooming, piling up the stems and leaves to pick lotus root. A wave of idle hand rubbing,
author：The clouds are blue
Green leaf jasper
Cuigai Red Cloud Lost Autumn,
The shadow in the eyes is in the heart.
The wind blows fine willow waves,
Winter branches withered piles egrets are sad.
Root dongzo, afraid of grooming,
Stack the stems and leaves to pick the lotus root.
Green leaves jasper green cover red clouds lost autumn, eyes in the shadow occupy. The wind blows fine willows and morning blue, and winter branches are dead and egrets are sad. Roots are winter hiding, afraid of grooming, piling up the stems and leaves to pick lotus root. A wave of idle hand rubbing,
Green leaves jasper green cover red clouds lost autumn, eyes in the shadow occupy. The wind blows fine willows and morning blue, and winter branches are dead and egrets are sad. Roots are winter hiding, afraid of grooming, piling up the stems and leaves to pick lotus root. A wave of idle hand rubbing,
Green leaves jasper green cover red clouds lost autumn, eyes in the shadow occupy. The wind blows fine willows and morning blue, and winter branches are dead and egrets are sad. Roots are winter hiding, afraid of grooming, piling up the stems and leaves to pick lotus root. A wave of idle hand rubbing,
Green leaves jasper green cover red clouds lost autumn, eyes in the shadow occupy. The wind blows fine willows and morning blue, and winter branches are dead and egrets are sad. Roots are winter hiding, afraid of grooming, piling up the stems and leaves to pick lotus root. A wave of idle hand rubbing,
Green leaves jasper green cover red clouds lost autumn, eyes in the shadow occupy. The wind blows fine willows and morning blue, and winter branches are dead and egrets are sad. Roots are winter hiding, afraid of grooming, piling up the stems and leaves to pick lotus root. A wave of idle hand rubbing,
Green leaves jasper green cover red clouds lost autumn, eyes in the shadow occupy. The wind blows fine willows and morning blue, and winter branches are dead and egrets are sad. Roots are winter hiding, afraid of grooming, piling up the stems and leaves to pick lotus root. A wave of idle hand rubbing,
