blue satn (2023-10-16 10:13:46)

The woods arose in folds， like drapery of awakened mountains， stately with a depth of awe， and memory of the tempests. Autumn’s mellow hand was upon them， as they owned already， touched with gold and red and olive， and their joy towards the sun was less to a bridegroom than a father.中英双语版本，不错，女儿喜欢，中文我我看了下，写得不错，英文我就不懂了。快递员很好，这么重都送到门口。