The night is getting deeper.

West Rooftop

"General, what are you looking at?"

This thin figure is comparable to Mount Tai in the eyes of everyone in the Mobei Army.

"Yun Yan. ”

"Don't laugh at the general, it's dark this day, how can there be any clouds and geese, but my subordinates have seen a lot of fishing fires. ”

The thin figure smiled, with a hoarseness that did not match this age, "In Guanshan." ”

"In Guanshan?"

In such a peak season, most of the fishing boats by the river are fully loaded, and I vaguely remember that it was a childhood poem. Maybe it's a long time ago, or maybe I really forgot about her, and I forgot about her.

The literati always prefer the West Building, but they are greedy for the piano workshop and are proud of themselves, which is just a joke.

The weather is getting cooler, the clouds and geese are flying south, I have seen the dark Jinjiang River full of fireflies, and I have also heard fishing songs singing late. I don't know how many times I woke up from my dreams, and they always said that I was very timid, like sand, and the wind blew away.

Next to the mound of soil in the desert, a clean young man played the Qiang flute, melodious and lonely.

Postscript: According to the record of "Barbarian King Ce", there is a small poem, which has been widely praised by later generations.

The clouds and geese will fall, and the dew will shine at night,

The clouds and geese were frightened, and they were confused several times,

A fishing song is late

Half of the plain red stained in the year.

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