A season of ripening
Why always bring fallen geese
The thatch whizzed white
Fortunately, it did not grow between the eyebrows
The magpies are still dancing
The leaky nest was so warm
Nothing to be sad about
Parting autumn
There is also a spider silk connected
Green vines wrapped around dead trees
Dripping green like a red petal
What about the season when it is ripe like this
Red beans are also born in the north country
Next to a lonely little flower
More and more delicate