Cold smoke and green wax tears do not dry,

The scorching summer sun is still cold.

refuses to forget the events of the past,

A little knot to solve the problem!

(Cheng Haofeng borrowed the banana to tell the poem)

The river sky is clear and the reeds are flying, and the sick and disabled guests are reflected in the sunset.

The west wind is strong, the sun is slanting, where do the geese go in formation?

(Cheng Haofeng casually sings autumn words)

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