The chrysanthemum is full of fences, and the maple leaf is paved with a warm court.
In this golden autumn season, such temperatures, such winds, wearing such dresses, and the most beloved people walk under the leaves, step on the softness of the season, and feel the breathing next to it. Beautiful.
In this life, I am willing to go to the earth for a long time and go to the earth.
The seasons are turning around, and summer is warm and cold.
Life is like a clear autumn, half bright, half of the coolness, the fragrance of osmanthus full of osmanthus garden, as well as the rains to pat the sycamore. In the promenade of the years, the people and things that hurried to leave again were that they did not belong to anyone, they were just passengers of the world. How many people said goodbye, I have to see it. Tao only: Life is willing to see it first, and cherish it!
Shao Guang is easy to die, and the years are not old.
In the early morning of Qiuqiu, the rain was at the beginning of the rain. I came to the ferry of this time again. The river kissed the river, and the east vomited Bai Chenxi. Jiang Shui, singing the uncle’s song, flowing in the direction where you are. Whenever I look at the new round of the morning but never change the morning sun, I always give it new expectations. But I know very well that from the moment of Chen Xi Mingming, it was metaphorical to the end of the round of glory. The change of this week has also refreshed me countless reveries!
Here, I have looked at a figure several times
, Silently can cross the boat together, accompanied by the beautiful passing water, bypass the green green. However, the Feiyun River, drinking only a pool of the river, but let Fu fill the waiting of the East China Sea. The spring flowers and autumn moon in a few stations are a few degrees of cool summer and cold winter. Gradually, I stood into a tree, letting the wind and rain baptize, and depended on the flowing clouds. Looking silently, the other side of the shore, fanned gently with the leaves, and passed to the wind to the wind.
Wear the barriers of the years, slowly understand
, San Shengshi is just a bitter story in the legend. Today, I no longer sigh the glory of the silver buds, and I don’t want to help the desolation when I staggered. Deep in the depths of time, let the time warm the heart, keep half acres of Qinghuan, and see the picturesque rivers and mountains.
Occasionally, Gu Wang rever is just the song “Long Time”.
Although I know that the previous picture was just the imprint, and no longer regained the resurgence; the once -throbbing was slowly integrated by the glory of the cricket. Every time I hear this song, my thoughts will always climb up to my heart wall. At that moment, I would like to thank myself.
After the season’s reincarnation
It also knows the value of people’s humbleness. Calm compromise is not discouraged, but a calm choice from life; it is not helpless, but to place the soul freely. In a bland life, be a calm self, melted and quiet years.
Let the time crush the past as eternal ink fragrance
In the depths of the red dust, the beautiful poetry row; the temperature of the fingertips sang the softness of the years, and the invasion of the dark fragrance was flowing into the red sleeve fragrance. When you come, you are gentle; when you leave, the years are warm.
Time has polished me like the swaying autumn leaf
, Falling on the most appropriate side, let the roots of life gradually spread to the earth. Since then, no matter the Haijiao End of the End of the End of the Water, it is not a dream of a dreamer, making love a song of “Long Time”.
What you said to me, I will treasure it;
If you treat me well, I will never forget. Now I have stood into a tree with my own posture, even if it is an inconspicuous small tree, after the wind and rain, we must prove my firm with the trees.
I understand, although I am the concern of your life,
But it will not be the guardian of your life. I can’t forget, but let go. The once -dreaming dream of the soul has been gentle into an occasional “Long Time”. From Wen Yanrun to a smile of smile, he euphemistically just wants to chat with a full talk.
The rain invaded the new moss green, and the influence of the yin forest was red.
In the autumn of red leaves, I want to tell you that my city has not changed.
The autumn wind blew up, and the fallen leaves fluttered.
My heart passed the world with the leaves elegantly, passing your heart, passing the light time, I hope the years are not good!
Author: Zheng Liuyi, pen name Luo Yi
, A gentle Jiangsu and Zhejiang women. Love life, like music, recite, and travel; advocate nature, quietness, and true, and to let the truth, kindness and beauty in the text, and let the goodness fly in the soul. Poetry prose is broadcast on multiple platforms.
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