Tales of a Small Town

Meilan bamboo chrysanthemums are proud and fragrant. "Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad", it is another year of such a magnificent autumn rain. And this autumn rain is another year of falling leaves so unbearable autumn masterpiece! She is more like a tenacious dance between heaven and earth, to sprinkle her own bitter sweat. I love autumn rain, I like her tranquility, I like her romance, I love her romance, so, today, whether autumn is sad or joyful. She fluttered softly, feminine and free. Walking in the small town, she walked alone in the small town, she was by the relaxed river in the small town, on the narrow river beach, let the river breeze pick up her long hair, let her thoughts wander. Eighteen kilometers from the town there is a small dimple, although the amount of alcohol is very large, but everyone seems to have not seen much of the bar, there are always seeds to tell the sadness of the heart. Left a little unknown sadness in the bar, or a little bit of red wine, I don't know what caused the bar, in short, I can't figure it out. She ate alone and left some small bars in the town. A man drinking in a small town, a small glass of wine, a small poem, wandering in the quiet streets of the small town. In fact, there are no bad colleagues in the town, but they are enough to enjoy its beauty and gentleness. Xiaocheng's favorite is the elegance of Lotus, the girl in the small bar who drinks the elegant bar. Although the small town is not as dazzling as the lotus, it is not as bustling and lively as the small town in Jiangnan Mountain. A street lined with hibiscus, cups of coffee, and she and her southern friends drank elegant, unpretentious little bars in the small town, and she drank warmly every time. Every time she drank heavily.