Chapter 2 1934

The dusky setting sun loves the lonely city, and the noise of crows and crows disrupts the city. At first glance, it's like a temporary return to the mood, but it's generally like a dream with less clarity. Plate meals follow the rules and fill the intestines, don't envy Hou mackerel into the food to taste. Knowing that it is a perch to return is also worthwhile, and the bottom must be far away to be a water caolang. Light dreams and deep curtains, people are still awake, and the sound of the street is so sleepy. The high-pitched and low-pitched rhyme will make the sky sing, and it can also be aroused by the morning window.

The deep and shallow maple is like being covered in wine red, and the fir and pine are floating in the air. The scenery of remnant autumn is full of spring scenery, and the dyed paint can be seen in chemical industry. Suo Xiao came to search for a few times, pretending to be Qibao Xuan Tower. For example, in the case of forbidden articles, it is not a talent to make extravagant parallelism. "Comment": Mei Yuanyi Unflowered plum trees are not many mountains, and the corridors and pavilions are dark and old. Talented people gain experience, and young people are polite and half-deleted.

Plum Garden 2] Unexpectedly, there are ups and downs in Weigan Luli, and the lake and sea are floating. Yao has a long-cherished heart. A poem moved to shame, so the mountain is so negative. If you want to rest the sound of nature, you will sink the sound of cars and horses. The wind chime whispers suddenly, and the noon tower is idle without shade. Sitting for a long time creates warmth, forgetting words and meanings deepens. The Ming Dynasty is a long way, cherish the heart at this time. What do you see in the sky, try it out for you. Deep clouds are hard to find, and shallow rivers are also lost.

Chickens, dogs and celestial beings lift up together, and the true spirit has been lost for a long time. It is not easy to live in Guanghan, and everyone is willing to descend to the world of mortals. Dotted with autumn light and wild scenery, invading the boundless darkness. Still looking at the afterglow of the low house, gradually sending the sparse forest without evening smoke. Looking far away, the sky beats the earth, chasing after the day like years. I can understand the meaning of Yishan, but I feel at a loss when I don’t feel comfortable driving. "Comment": Song Shi Honghao's biography contains the words of Wu Shi, but I wish the world could be in love with each other.

Even in the morning, the dense fog is like a blanket of catkins, and the severe winter is already filled with snow. Accumulated Qi enters the muddy sky and has not been dissected, and the hanging clouds form the sea and land, and the whole sinks. Rigao can discern the shadows of the building and the platform, and people can hear the sound of chickens and dogs in the distance. Sick eyes have no flowers to enjoy, waiting to fly six out to pay and sing. A corner of mourning comes out of the ruins, and a quiet pharynx pierces the clouds to make a roll. The submerged air is heard faintly during the time, and the bottom of the wind blows slowly.

At first glance, the dream is broken, and it is difficult to continue, gradually attracting sorrow, which cannot be cut off. It's better to fill your ears with zithers and listen to it, but the sound of chickens is not evil. "Note": the above in 1934