The autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaf, the withered and yellow leaf left has raised it the mother, liked an only butterfly to dance lightly, slides into in the river.
Treat comrades like a spring-like warmth, work to be as hot as summer, treat individualism like the autumn wind swept the leaves, the enemy as ruthless like the winter.
Treat comrades like a spring-like warmth, work to be as hot as summer, treat individualism like the autumn wind swept the leaves, the enemy as ruthless like the winter.