"In September, the preface belongs to three autumns..." Looking at the full moon in the courtyard, I picked up a piece of thin and withered golden osmanthus from the ground and held it in my hand. I wanted to learn from the ancient people's strong poems, but I just read two sentences, but I can't remember the following sentence at once Ah, no culture is terrible

"Niang," Xiaoyu put a big robe on me, "it's cold..."

"yes..." I nodded and looked up at the eaves of the overlapping temples like mountains. "Time flies, and even winter is coming in a twinkling of an eye..."

"when winter comes, I'm afraid that...