Fisherman's proud autumn

Autumn fishing proud of: Shenghua Zhou

The autumn of the frontier came, and the autumn wind hit, not as soft as hometown; instead, there were a few smothers. It’s really different, it’s different. The big eyes have already flew to Hengyang, there is no stopping, the home is warm!

The horn of the military camp began to sound, and the sound of the horses and humming sounds on all sides ignited the smoke and dust; the shocking people were not heroic, but the infinite sadness in this voice. The mountains overlap and the smoke is lingering, and the sunset is faintly visible; only the lonely city is closed.

"There is no way to reclaim the mountains and heavy waters, and there is another village in the dark." The village is full of unspeakable nostalgia. Look at the moon and drink alcohol. I don’t know, 'Let’s drink more? 'Can nostalgia! It's on the heart, and the starting point is not what the wine is not drunk and people are drunk? 'I want to dip in this long-lost warmth, how can it be.

I am still suffering from an unfinished business. You are so far away. I look at you from a distance, but stand on the battlefield! I can't leave!

A quiet and faint shackle is not in the air, but it lingers in my heart, our hearts; the white hair is for you - my hometown!

Third day: Zhou Shenghua