Autumn fell into the river of immortality, turning into a little ripple, like wrinkles at the corners of the eyes of half-aged, although it added to the charm of reading all the prosperity, but also showed the old sense of twilight years. The autumn tiger is not willing to be lonely, and has to rub his face in the wind, blowing through the trees, the leaves are yellow, and the leaves are falling. The grass is brushed, the grass withers, and the grass fails. Even the reeds that are accustomed to blowing the river breeze are condensed into cold dew, hanging at the tips of the leaves, crumbling.

In front of the gate of the tortoiseshell camp, a yellow leaf swayed in the wind and landed in front of the little guard. In this frosty early autumn, a layer of cold sweat stole from the little guard's forehead.

"Six, six, sixty-eight cars......

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