Autumn is deep, winter is cold, and flocks of swallows are gradually flying south.
The leaves have fallen, the snow is flying, and I am sad to see Yan Zeng.
Lonely Swallow was difficult to sing, and dared to ask when to return.
Autumn is deep, winter is cold, and flocks of swallows are gradually flying south.
The leaves have fallen, the snow is flying, and I am sad to see Yan Zeng.
Lonely Swallow was difficult to sing, and dared to ask when to return.