Chapter 29 Autumn

Autumn In a few days, autumn will come, Sitting silently, smoking a clay pipe I have faintly heard its song blowing From the sails of the river. It is playing the orchestra; This reminds me of sweet dreams I've had; I used to think it was a friend was wrong, Because it brings trouble to me. The sound of hunting horns in the woods is pleasant, It is a pleasure to walk on dead leaves, But I know the heart of a bachelor very well, Today, I don't have such leisurely interest. I have neither love nor fear for it, You know the weight of what it carries, I am smiling, sitting at my window,

When Piaofeng said in a threatening tone: Autumn is here, Mr. Wang Shu!