Today, a good friend, and my colleague resigns. The sky is sinking, sprinkled with small rain ... The more the sky is, the more sad. Some people say that it is not rain, it is the tears of the sky ... maybe we should be happy, because it is like 49 years of autumn ... Tonight, a few friends will pay for him, drink a meal. He went to Beijing after tomorrow. Bless him, I wish him a good time to slaughter him like this.
Delivery: Li Shuong (Master Hong Yidi) Changting outside the ancient road border grass geniopia night windfall flute, the sound of the mountains, the mountain, the horns
