Fall all the way, sing all the way

Late autumn is approaching, plants begin to decline, I do not know how many wonderful flowers hidden in this world, unexpectedly attracted countless scholars to practice grass and flowers, a heartfelt complaint.

Walking alone, standing by the water, looking at a pool of lotus leaf dance ripples, heart wandering, and leaving a corner of pure space, so that one meter of sunshine fairy tale clean.

High wild geese fly to the south, the clouds look off, the breeze comes slowly, the mind realizes the dust is far away, looking back on the ups and downs of half a life, for whom does incense rise? For whom?

Little I would rather turn into a withered flower to wait for an autumn leaf, snuggle up to each other and fall with the wind, turn into the fragrance of the soil, and wait for the next spring Su Hua Yan. Even if the wind and rain, falling like snow, flowers to the teddy, no more news, but also knead that piece of thoughts into the wind, a picturesque look at the rivers and mountains, painted into layers of forest.

In the late autumn season, the mountain wind is cold, with a trace of sadness in the valley to see the flowers fall and the magpies.

Life and death is the established process of all life, we can not escape the ordinary fate, we can not control the ups and downs of the world, time is like tears, surging is helpless, revealing the true feelings, only half a life of unwilling mediocrity and cynicism, indifferent into pure mud, stay and tell Chun next year. Reading and appreciation of American articles

Gently poke aside the history and watch the scattered and orderly years smear the autumn waters with long clouds like a picture. A fleeting time, will be a few thoughts left to the earth, a song is not finished, the Jiangnan gracefully combed into Xiaoxiao rain rest.

Rivers and lakes phase forget, add how much white hair, let it ruthless, lotus solitary appreciation of a poignant beauty. Hua Pavilion stands next to the cape without beginning, looking at the end of the world, leaves fall on their shoulders, tears pour into the wild, all stories have cause and effect, even if the landscape may be hidden in the sky, melodiously stepping on the poetry rhyme, suddenly a lot of autumn war.

The autumn world, the posture is whirling, the bead curtain is twilight, the first life nightmare, half the time, finally floats away with the wind in the youthful and negative sigh. Tianya is the destination, the grass becomes the best man, life is not as good as the moon meteor, through the life of the meteor, but also leave an arc of beautiful legends for the sky.

Spring and autumn flow away, at this moment, gently open a yellowed paper, although the pen and ink is thin and cool, but the vicissitudes of life flow, with a few lines of text, edge with the colorful leaves of this season, curling the stream.

The autumn water is long, and it is sunset in the clear sky and wake up, continuous memories are difficult to block the rhinoceros and light winds and light winds, perhaps the boatmen who have experienced strong winds and waves have long been as light as chrysanthemums in the face of the autumn wind and fallen leaves. Thirty famous dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of clouds and months, Mo such as white youth head, empty sorrowful, suddenly I feel the soul in the rapid transformation, the youth of bold and unrestrained gone.

Standing at a loss in the late autumn, thinking nothing in the landscape, stepping through the softness of the falling red mud, lingering in the poems and books. In the depths of the secluded valley of the bamboo path, pick up the autumn seed of a flower and bury it deep in the soil. I look forward to the flowers blooming in the coming year, and I look forward to telling my heart again in the bright spring.