Listening to the distance, the autumn wind is cool, and there is a voice across my heart. The first autumn scenery, a fallen leaf, has a panoramic view. Elegant skirt saw and faint fragrance. Flying long hair pulls my thoughts long and far. In the thin time, that distance, my thoughts ...
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Under the autumn wind, time is thin, thoughts are long, and poetry and distance have been described. A ray of faint silence, a vague word, is the deep feeling in the heart, leisurely thinking. Tears wet the poem, the eyes are clear, the conversation is dissolved in a cup of tea, and acacia is drunk. Dancing souls do not grieve.
I have always liked the quiet beauty that is quite critical, and my heart is silent. The thoughts in my heart linger in the rhythmic fine print, with moist and soft handwriting and fragrant Mo Yun. In this mottled autumn silence, I feel less lonely.
A wisp of autumn wind rustling, a cool autumn rain. Listening to the sound of autumn rain knocking on the window lattice, there is always a rustling sadness. Cool thin in autumn passed the enthusiasm of summer, or let the expectation wait too long. From then on, it gave birth to a cold silence. The once lush years have frosted in the faded time. But still elegant, with a sincere heart, pure white, waiting quietly. Waiting for the seasonal flowers that belong to your heart.
Life is an opportunity. Tie an empathy knot in your heart and draw a distant place where you expect to meditate. Since then, love has a direction, gradually drifting away, faintly visible. What is ringing is the singing of distant heart sounds, and every rhyme is written into a poem. Every word engraved in my heart is recited over and over again until my heart breaks.
Autumn is deep, but there is still a cool breeze blowing gently in late autumn. The elegant skirt is more graceful in the autumn rhyme, and the smiling face is as pure and beautiful as the blooming hibiscus in autumn scenery. If you walk to the clear pool, it will be even more charming. The wind is lingering, and the wind blows the leaves. Can you indulge in a hibiscus flower with me? You are pure white, I am pale pink, half you and half me. In Qiu Guang, you are growing and opening up. Smiling in the flowers, telling each other that they are touching each other and embracing each other in full bloom. From then on, don't ask how many seasons it has fallen when it blooms. ...
Miss the distance and wait in the fleeting time. In the distance, the yard surrounded by the fence is covered with purple morning glory, and the hawthorn fruit in the yard is covered with branches, and clusters of ripe blush are dyed between the branches and leaves, waiting for people to pick them, showing sincere love for hawthorn. Affectionate, Italian, leisurely dizzy in this late autumn season. Sweet with a shallow sour taste, but with such a long aftertaste. Smoke from kitchen chimneys, a faint smell of fireworks. A pair of inseparable, two green tea set each other off. Warm, smiling, everything is in the eyes.
Turn AIDS into a permanent concern, like the green vine in spring, which grows thousands of roots in the heart and enters the soul. Walking in the shoal in late autumn, listening to the rustling of leaves rolled up by the cool wind. Leave the warm sun in your heart, slowly leisurely. In this cool season, a heart is warm and soft. In spring, we planted an inch of love time under the tree. In autumn, we will harvest the dance under the shadow of flowers and fruitful fruits together.
Love is in my heart, deepening a little. The distance of missing has been lingering in my mind. That sentence, the feeling of packing your bags on your back and leaving when you say it, should be pleasant and yearning. Walking through the buildings, I saw the fragrance of yellow autumn grass and wild chrysanthemum, and I wanted to sit on the floor, stay in this thick autumn rhyme, listen to the whispers of flowers and leaves, the breeze lingered, the autumn was long, and the sky was clear and beautiful. Look at the distant mountains like Dai, and the thin clouds curl up. At this time, the heart is as calm as water, and it is surrounded by mountains and waters, and it is quiet with yellow grass and chrysanthemums.
The solidification in my heart is beautiful. I just want to be a delicate and elegant woman, and write all my love in beautiful and meaningful small words for you to feel together. I have always longed for the feeling of being loved, the sweetness and the warmth of caring. A quiet and soft heart is the warmest treasure in your hand. In the fleeting time, our love has become a quiet and soft scene. Simple, soft-hearted and appropriate. In this fleeting time, we walked through autumn and winter together, and ushered in the season when spring went and willow came. At that time, we could walk along the banks of willows together and see the graceful weeping willows and blooming flowers.
You said you like Jiangnan water town, with small bridges and flowing water. I remember that misty rain wet your clothes and mine, and we met in the blue rain lane like a drizzle. Under the oil-paper fan, the tenderness and love in your eyes are lingering, the rain flower at your feet overflows your eyebrows, and a sweet smile hangs on your mouth. Qingyun Hutong, quiet and full of ancient fragrance, is a long time. At that time, you were young and I was in the flower season. Two young hearts lit the spark of love in the burning moonlight and burned in the passionate years. Tossing and turning in time, memories will not fade and become shallow because of the yellowing of the years, but eternity will be fixed in the heart.
Missing like blue silk and falling like snow is not what I want. The pure love of Eden, the fragrance and romance of lavender are my eternal dreams that still exist in my heart. Get along day and night, a cup of tea and a meal are light, and there is endless warm love in my heart. In this way, slowly in the time with you and me, I will plant flowers and vegetables, guarding a tree with flowers and a curtain of spring. Time flies, time climbs on the forehead and hair, and the love in my heart does not fade. In the cold season, there are a pair of warm hands and two attached hearts that pass through the spring flowers and the autumn moon, and the four seasons alternate.
The wind in the tree is cool. I heard you mention footsteps. After the rain, a sunny flower warmed my heart, and the feeling of being hugged has always been my longing. How anxious and long the time of missing is, the pain in my heart is cold, and love is gentle. Describe yourself in your mind over and over again, and a thin pen can't write enough of that endless attachment. I have always been very clear in my heart that love needs waiting and patience, and it will not be sunny every day, nor will it be stormy every day. Write down a little love on a dull day, only hope you can understand it.
Love never stops in my heart. I describe the collected autumn leaves as hearts, write down warm poems and stick them on stationery, so that warm love and affection can be brought to you far away.