The loose leaves of the poplar in late autumn, a night seems to have a soft feel, in this season it has faded summer strong vitality, showing the general fate but wise.
Autumn is a season that makes people save, and all things fade away.
The midnight wind in the more unscrupulous Molai is static, proud roaring. It is a cool thing to bring people. The trees, which had not been decorated, had become thinner and meandering branches. Let the impetuous people become quiet.
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