Tasting the sorrowful autumn wind in the sunset, I will drag the tired soul, sitting on the ancient stone bridge, sitting excited, a cup of turbid wine, the sadness, the sad, the sorrow, the sadness, the bridge, I have to warm my ice hovering Someone for a long time must soot my soul, the thousands of holes, but found that it is still a day in the day, and I can't stop the raging tide sadness, and I can only help one. The biller has a long-awaited joy ====================== Written for a long time before writing is exaggerated, there is a slightly diseased, please ask everyone to criticize
