Since ancient times, the autumn is sorrowful, yesterday's night rain is autumn.
The one-week dullness is hot, forgot to last Saturday, continue to fall in the autumn, in the autumn, and report that the temperature dropped to 18-22 degrees Celsius. This morning, the rain is light, Xu Xiufeng, the umbrella is invisible, and the raincoat will go to work. Whether it is sunny, it is always silence.
I want to listen to the fall of autumn, I found it in Baidu. Hou Xiangting "Autumn, I'm", Xu Wei "My Autumn"
No one will pay attention to the city's autumn windows, but there is no warm companion. It is your heartbreaking fantasy. You use your tears to touch my loneliness. I am helpless. Night, I am so happy, I can't see this fall night, I feel that I am always in each night, I have heard you in the night, I have never given you.
Autumn is not coming to people, on August 12, the fifth day of autumn.
