In October, the wind blows the hometown road, winding through, the wilderness in October is only vivid as the old days, the sky is high above, the cattle and sheep are scattered, the horses are singing, Xiao Xiao, the silver mane is fluttering, the sound of hooves is urgent, there is a call, the loneliest is small
In October, the wind blows home
The road winds through the October wilderness
Only the memories are as vivid as the old sky is high above
Cattle and sheep are scattered, not in groups, horses are singing
Silver mane fluttering, hooves hurried, there is a call for loneliness
Little sparrows, crows, magpies swooped up
The scattered fruits are as beautiful as gluttony
The gray rat guards the barn and the white rabbit hides the snow
A heavy snowfall is brewing in the distance
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The cold dew has passed the years and is cold
There is no need to agree on a wind-whistling intersection
You and I count the arrival of winter
Look at the fire
The crackling explosion was like a lifetime
That longest night How you and I curled up like babies
Dreams once flowed slowly in the river, the sound of water, the chirping of birds
Ludang Dream green wheat seedlings swaying Moonlight
The naked arms of the fathers How to sing a dream nursery rhyme
Sigh the cheers of the threshing field
Like a feast, it gradually disperses
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October The wind blows home
There's a heavy snowfall brewing in the distance
In October, the wind blows the hometown road, winding through, the wilderness in October is only vivid as the old days, the sky is high above, the cattle and sheep are scattered, the horses are singing, Xiao Xiao, the silver mane is fluttering, the sound of hooves is urgent, there is a call, the loneliest is small
In October, the wind blows the hometown road, winding through, the wilderness in October is only vivid as the old days, the sky is high above, the cattle and sheep are scattered, the horses are singing, Xiao Xiao, the silver mane is fluttering, the sound of hooves is urgent, there is a call, the loneliest is small
In October, the wind blows the hometown road, winding through, the wilderness in October is only vivid as the old days, the sky is high above, the cattle and sheep are scattered, the horses are singing, Xiao Xiao, the silver mane is fluttering, the sound of hooves is urgent, there is a call, the loneliest is small
In October, the wind blows the hometown road, winding through, the wilderness in October is only vivid as the old days, the sky is high above, the cattle and sheep are scattered, the horses are singing, Xiao Xiao, the silver mane is fluttering, the sound of hooves is urgent, there is a call, the loneliest is small
