In the blink of an eye to the leaves flying season. If the word spring beauty in subtle, summer beauty in Yu Jiaoyan, the beautiful winter in holiness, shallow sorrow then autumn beautiful just wandering away from the brow to hide, that is a kind of sense of loss after sorrow, with poetic sour, like a leaf dance wind up, and so the immortal, flip up and down, like a butterfly with...... Hiss is in the wind scattered bleak, to listen carefully, also like singing -- about lost good -- it is an idyllic scene scene...... His eyes wet, not when they are the hidden, then arbitrary in the wind dance, even if has be reduced to fragments, because this is the last dance, will be devoted to...... The final drop in heart of the wilderness, dying in the bleak sound, quietly decay into mud, sleep -- this cycle if the polar ice, even if the millennium has never changed......
Leaves numerous, the heart was surrounded by a cold, not marginal, and like the kind of missing, not easy to find but eliminate all......
The night is cool, just walk out the door, only with a readily imagine, in order to further touch autumn...... Lift eye, dark blue sky color is not imaginary, but near to dark reddish purple, crimson like rusty between dark, no broken gold stars glittering, only a bye bright moon quietly in the floating...... The autumn light there, I lifted my eyes staring at the sky, chewing in the mouth of the olive, repeating -- autumn in my heart ", is an even lonely but poetic season -- like a wild woman, a beige Luo shirt, with brown paper umbrella, walking in the forest stream. Long hair rolled up, hair comb into simple, no powder modified face, more elegant and beautiful......
Autumn color is no longer in the golden, but by the time the washed matter color, withered branches pointing to the sky gray faded and shattered the sad, also sharpen war years survival proudly...... Sometimes incomplete beauty can also make a person enchanted -- I often stop in the courtyard of a deep Peng autumn grass, stone dumping jade column fracture, always Chiwang dried stem Shuai the abortive flower becoming disabled, now they already declining decline, I not by weaving them brilliant mind. In the past, contrasting the two however, the former Cang afford much food for thought, the beautiful but eventually however buckish dream -- autumn means, in the vicissitudes of life under the bleak treasure eternal beauty, in its seemingly had ended in fact continues. The next spring, or the same cycle only trees remember the reincarnation of the number of years, a circle a circle carved in my heart......
Autumn meaning, "Kanai Indus leaves yellow, bead curtain does not roll night cream" is over, and the quiet, also have the "boundless Xiao Xiao Lamu, endless rivers rolling plateau" open, very touching. Autumn meaning, not on the boundless sadness bleak and under the poetic in that sad faint shaking under the beautiful and bleak hidden up new life......
Gently leaned over, from the dust in picking up a broken leaves, dirt surface Fu, to the palm, make autumn wish -- treasure in my heart you, leave a mark......