Hu Ye said: "The line is getting farther and farther away, and there is no book~ A piece of poetry is no longer settled in the cool autumn~ You say to read~ Don't give up~ I said that if you turn around~ Farewell to the end of the world~ At the intersection of the turning point of the animal years~ If you are silicon, you are fine~ Whether it is sunny is no longer important."

The wind is blowing. Cool ~ Cool to the bones ~ Whether your city is also falling leaves.

Autumn. Yong, I will put away my thoughts~ and then write all the poems that I have copied one by one, Deng Jinqiu~ Rub the lines of Qianqiu's thoughts into the autumn shadow.

Yong turned around~ It's late autumn again~ The verdant of a tree is gradually becoming yellow and beautiful~ The golden of a tree is drunk and defended.

Put a heart that grows in autumn ~ cast in the micro wave of autumn yellow ~ rippling ~ ...... vast

Autumn is coming. The autumn breeze is not dry~ for the autumn rain~ this is just the right embryonic conception~ put a heart ~ a big gentle and gentle place in the autumn.

Friends said: In previous years, I didn't dare to bet on autumn ~ because autumn always gave people sadness ~ but at the moment it was the opposite ~ now standing in the autumn where the leaves are flying ~ I like to pour ~ I like ......

Autumn Wind ~ Autumn Si Pass ~ Autumn Rain ......

For a while~ the continuous admonitions~ damp the heart~ the heavy door to return to sorrow

I've folded a lot of simple thoughts.

I use my heart ~ paint with love ~ with love ~ to get closer to you.

Palpitations close to you~ warm me~ I can hide when a leaf is about to fall~ compose a poem into the leaf veins and punish the room~ the deep friendship there~ Pick up only you understand.

Autumn is full of sorrow~ mourning.

The line is getting farther and farther away, and there is no book ~ A piece of poetry is no longer settled in the cool autumn ~ You say read ~ Don't leave ~ I say if you turn around ~ A farewell to the end of the world ~ At the intersection of the turning point of the animal years ~ If you are silicon, it is good ~ Whether it is sunny is no longer important.

The wind is blowing. Cool ~ Cool to the bones ~ Whether your city is also falling leaves.

Autumn. Yong, I will put away my thoughts~ and then write all the poems that I have copied one by one, Deng Jinqiu~ Rub the lines of Qianqiu's thoughts into the autumn shadow.

Yong turned around~ It's late autumn again~ The verdant of a tree is gradually becoming yellow and beautiful~ The golden of a tree is drunk and defended.

Put a heart that grows in autumn ~ cast in the micro wave of autumn yellow ~ rippling ~ ...... vast

Autumn is coming. The autumn breeze is not dry~ for the autumn rain~ this is just the right embryonic conception~ put a heart ~ a big gentle and gentle place in the autumn.

Friends said: In previous years, I didn't dare to bet on autumn ~ because autumn always gave people sadness ~ but at the moment it was the opposite ~ now standing in the autumn where the leaves are flying ~ I like to pour ~ I like ......

Autumn Wind ~ Autumn Si Pass ~ Autumn Rain ......

For a while~ the continuous admonitions~ damp the heart~ the heavy door to return to sorrow

I've folded a lot of simple thoughts.

I use my heart ~ paint with love ~ with love ~ to get closer to you.

Palpitations close to you~ warm me~ I can hide when a leaf is about to fall~ compose a poem into the leaf veins and punish the room~ the deep friendship there~ Pick up only you understand.

Autumn is full of sorrow~ mourning.

The line is getting farther and farther away, and there is no book ~ A piece of poetry is no longer settled in the cool autumn ~ You say read ~ Don't leave ~ I say if you turn around ~ A farewell to the end of the world ~ At the intersection of the turning point of the animal years ~ If you are silicon, it is good ~ Whether it is sunny is no longer important.

The wind is blowing. Cool ~ Cool to the bones ~ Whether your city is also falling leaves.

Autumn. Yong, I will put away my thoughts~ and then write all the poems that I have copied one by one, Deng Jinqiu~ Rub the lines of Qianqiu's thoughts into the autumn shadow.

Yong turned around~ It's late autumn again~ The verdant of a tree is gradually becoming yellow and beautiful~ The golden of a tree is drunk and defended.

Put a heart that grows in autumn ~ cast in the micro wave of autumn yellow ~ rippling ~ ...... vast

Autumn is coming. The autumn breeze is not dry~ for the autumn rain~ this is just the right embryonic conception~ put a heart ~ a big gentle and gentle place in the autumn.

Friends said: In previous years, I didn't dare to bet on autumn ~ because autumn always gave people sadness ~ but at the moment it was the opposite ~ now standing in the autumn where the leaves are flying ~ I like to pour ~ I like ......

Autumn Wind ~ Autumn Si Pass ~ Autumn Rain ......

For a while~ the continuous admonitions~ damp the heart~ the heavy door to return to sorrow

I've folded a lot of simple thoughts.

I use my heart ~ paint with love ~ with love ~ to get closer to you.

Palpitations close to you~ warm me~ I can hide when a leaf is about to fall~ compose a poem into the leaf veins and punish the room~ the deep friendship there~ Pick up only you understand.

Autumn is full of sorrow~ mourning.

The line is getting farther and farther away, and there is no book ~ A piece of poetry is no longer settled in the cool autumn ~ You say read ~ Don't leave ~ I say if you turn around ~ A farewell to the end of the world ~ At the intersection of the turning point of the animal years ~ If you are silicon, it is good ~ Whether it is sunny is no longer important.

The wind is blowing. Cool ~ Cool to the bones ~ Whether your city is also falling leaves.

Autumn. Yong, I will put away my thoughts~ and then write all the poems that I have copied one by one, Deng Jinqiu~ Rub the lines of Qianqiu's thoughts into the autumn shadow.

Yong turned around~ It's late autumn again~ The verdant of a tree is gradually becoming yellow and beautiful~ The golden of a tree is drunk and defended.

Put a heart that grows in autumn ~ cast in the micro wave of autumn yellow ~ rippling ~ ...... vast

Autumn is coming. The autumn breeze is not dry~ for the autumn rain~ this is just the right embryonic conception~ put a heart ~ a big gentle and gentle place in the autumn.

Friends said: In previous years, I didn't dare to bet on autumn ~ because autumn always gave people sadness ~ but at the moment it was the opposite ~ now standing in the autumn where the leaves are flying ~ I like to pour ~ I like ......

Autumn Wind ~ Autumn Si Pass ~ Autumn Rain ......

For a while~ the continuous admonitions~ damp the heart~ the heavy door to return to sorrow

I've folded a lot of simple thoughts.

I use my heart ~ paint with love ~ with love ~ to get closer to you.

Palpitations close to you~ warm me~ I can hide when a leaf is about to fall~ compose a poem into the leaf veins and punish the room~ the deep friendship there~ Pick up only you understand.

Autumn is full of sorrow~ mourning.

The line is getting farther and farther away, and there is no book ~ A piece of poetry is no longer settled in the cool autumn ~ You say read ~ Don't leave ~ I say if you turn around ~ A farewell to the end of the world ~ At the intersection of the turning point of the animal years ~ If you are silicon, it is good ~ Whether it is sunny is no longer important.

The wind is blowing. Cool ~ Cool to the bones ~ Whether your city is also falling leaves.

Autumn. Yong, I will put away my thoughts~ and then write all the poems that I have copied one by one, Deng Jinqiu~ Rub the lines of Qianqiu's thoughts into the autumn shadow.

Yong turned around~ It's late autumn again~ The verdant of a tree is gradually becoming yellow and beautiful~ The golden of a tree is drunk and defended.

Put a heart that grows in autumn ~ cast in the micro wave of autumn yellow ~ rippling ~ ...... vast

Autumn is coming. The autumn breeze is not dry~ for the autumn rain~ this is just the right embryonic conception~ put a heart ~ a big gentle and gentle place in the autumn.

Friends said: In previous years, I didn't dare to bet on autumn ~ because autumn always gave people sadness ~ but at the moment it was the opposite ~ now standing in the autumn where the leaves are flying ~ I like to pour ~ I like ......

Autumn Wind ~ Autumn Si Pass ~ Autumn Rain ......

For a while~ the continuous admonitions~ damp the heart~ the heavy door to return to sorrow

I've folded a lot of simple thoughts.

I use my heart ~ paint with love ~ with love ~ to get closer to you.

Palpitations close to you~ warm me~ I can hide when a leaf is about to fall~ compose a poem into the leaf veins and punish the room~ the deep friendship there~ Pick up only you understand.

Autumn is full of sorrow~ mourning.