The lonely tree is in winter, the rain is small, and the wind destroys the wood.

It is difficult to rise, the heart is ape, and the cold is soaked in the bones.

Suddenly, the red comment shook his head and sighed, and it was difficult to escape the red traces lingering.

Nai Dusi, empty words can't do, rub your cheeks!

Now that you know it, why not chase it.

The future is bright, willing to lurk?

Quickly put the army in order and moved on the way.

Although the azusa is gradually yellowing and the leaves are falling, the pine is still green.

It is good autumn, refreshing chrysanthemum, diligent and fast.

(Stubborn stone in Gengchen season autumn twenty-eight)

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