Post #296 125 Apr 13, 2025, 17:31 UTC #一七令秋。叶落,心愁。谁远去,是孤舟。甜柿如画,色香尽收。看炊烟袅袅,穿小径清幽。风雨自然瑟瑟,有情怀也花羞。一声长笛苦吟唱,不枉梅浓满了楼。*网图