Late autumn. After the rain at dusk, the clouds are rolling and the moon is clear. The positive wind reveals the bleak land, which is noisy and noisy. More Huang Die, dancing.
Miss my hometown, Qian Shan is separated by clouds and water, and is entangled in fame and fortune. Don't grieve for autumn, respect the former. Have fun together. Taiping year.
Zhao's other works ○ Die Lian Hua ○ Laughter.
Xiangzi, spring has not arrived yet.
○ Picking mulberry seeds and cherry blossoms
○ Wuling Chun and Uncle Wang spend peach blossoms.
○ On the hilltop, farmers take rainy nights and sunny days as night spring.
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