The dream of sharing weal and woe * * * No one is at a loss. Qi Xin works together.

Dying, bared his teeth, his eyes glowed and the drizzle stopped. 1. This morning, I saw the glistening flowers on the grass, which were dewdrops that condensed into frost last night.

2. In the middle of the dark green leaves, a bunch of yellow-brown things, such as flaming flames, grow.

In the light blue sky, the clouds don't open, only a few random touches shine like tiles.

4. In the countryside in late autumn, all the splendor is dull, and only the wild chrysanthemums on the ridge are lonely.

Unconsciously, it began to rain outside. Seeing the rain dripping down the glass window, I believe that it must be the moving tears left by God.