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Encounter without a word, is to understand
2016/10/12 18:51valinks 發表
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Late autumn morning, autumn rain leaching, autumn leaves blowing rustling sound.
 
When the leaves fall, the city is parting wind. Walking in the autumn, that hidden in the autumn autumn and autumn, but also rendering the number of Qingchou, I am not a wound spring sad autumn people, and in such a bleak season, still some students will sigh.
 
Time never wait for people, such as this season in general. Across the palm of the time, a look back, they fall like a butterfly leaves. Seasonal change, so write down the words and promises together with the separation, yellowing of the memory can no longer put together a perfect yesterday. Some of the fortunes of life, not too early, is too late. Always want to pick up what hand, but it is picked up, while discarded.
 
Quarter after quarter of bloom, a heart, and finally can not be the proper collection of years. There are withered in the wind reverberating, but no longer sing the first gardenia open. Season is always with us farther and farther, time, always in virtually stretch, no matter how beautiful the picture has been moving, will be fixed in the turn between.
 
Time threshold, the number of falling out of the Red Unfinished situation, write an old word, can be covered with sad thoughts. Lin Xi said, we are all in the snow in the way of people, because the encounter friction, melting each other's shoulder snowflakes, and then because of their different routes, farther and farther apart, snow covered shoulder. Time of the story, wandering in the years of Yong Road, through the mountains and rivers, only remember that you fall full of clothing, brush over a full.
 
Life is so high mountains and long, there will be many people are willing to think hard to understand you, guarding a pledge to wait for a bloom flowers? No matter how wasted time, I still remember and cherish their own way, because you have the scenery, has abundance of my years mountains and rivers.
 
If I can do, I want to do a leaf in late autumn, according to their own pulse growth, with the most enchanting colors, decorate the season, and then accompanied by the flow of time, abundance, and then withered, with the autumn, Of the autumn halo, the Wang Hong passion, to do a note Qing Lu, waiting for you to cherish.
 
Autumn has been deep, although warm sun, but also could not withstand some thin cool, walking on the road, the wind rolled up the leaves spin, air-conditioning also occasionally hit, can not help but tighten the coat. A person's journey, early to learn to embrace their own. There is always a moment, perhaps tired, perhaps helpless. Want to vent their own. Those wandering thoughts, let it drift aimlessly, do not comb, do not want to force forget, accustomed to no language, the end of the day do not understand the night of the black, my sadness you will not read.
 
Life is a bloom of the occasion, a person can drunk in the depths of flowers, but also retreat to the wind and smoke all net, drink with deep feeling under the wine, perhaps from this will be a hundred drugs do not invade. Painting a heart, painted warm colors, do not have long days of autumn, to snow snow, whenever, the hearts of warm, the soul will not wander.
 
You live in my heart, like a full moon in the night sky. Read this sentence, the heart is drunk, drunk as the window of the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance. Some people say that there is still fascinating love of people, the heart is young, young, how good, met in the most beautiful years, you are still young, I am not old, there is no secular disputes, do not have to pay for, Holding hands to see the life of the autumn long days.
 
Thin cool days, but also to the warm, always expect to have a person willing to accompany my forest listening, under the Fuqin, in the Xiangxi in the words in the blossom to blossom. Summer rain, pouring in the body, late autumn rain, always drop in the heart, those who are red Maple Leaf feelings, do not have a taste lingering in my heart.
 
Deep courtyard, dash of autumn, Jilv Hua Huang, swinging in the autumn wind. Years, and finally in the bloom, dyed a thin cool. Those chapters hidden in the gap in time, already yellowed. Although the go to the, even though to come, in between this come and gone, had a hurried season.
 
May the years as ever, you and me as before, what a beautiful prayer, but if everything as ever, and finally could not hold water, could not keep falling. Who said, in the fickle world, affectionate alive?
 
Sitting in the context of autumn, the desire for long days, spend a full moon, eager for the autumn after the sky can see the Nama blue. Lonely journey, do not have to think too much, the end is well-being.
 
The heart should have a thin cool, the foot of the road will be confused, so, do not dare to fill too much melancholy.
 
Still like to write the word, listen to the favorite song, snow Zen said, if you understand me, we are vegetarian flowers on the heart of people, understand, how warm the world is the word. A song, if someone understands, is warm; a word, should someone understand, is happiness. Heart, still want to have, still feel, willing to be a heart, white head is not separated from the most beautiful fairy tale of love.
 
Late autumn afternoon, the sun is still warm, often sitting in the window to see the Indus leaves, pieces fall, we are a dust in the mundane world, will eventually drift. Perhaps, his life, can not stop, but to seize a pair of warm hand counterparts, it is enough.
 
A person, listen to the late autumn cicadas, to see autumn leaves in the wind rotation, a touch of Qingchou, but also shallow like. The end is inseparable from the ordinary fireworks, and said good to hold the wind before the moon, will still be dragged down by the Red, some things do not care, does not mean no more heartache, and sometimes thought that has been firmly grasped Things, stretched out the hands of the moment, or will fall, leaving, such as a leaf, always how far, in fact, years, has already given us the answer.
 
Autumn has been drifting away, time lost, a pen, and then how to describe is also freehand, colorful beauty, think of the phrase, even though the night wind to go, only in the shallow water next to the aloe, carved time, Extended to the late autumn sky, I know there lived in the distance, there must be the scenery I want.
 
Will be a meditation, placed in the context of time, alone in the corner, still used to use a cup of tea, drink thousands of thoughts. Time, slow down, though some bleak. Let some of the past, in the precipitation clear, reach out and hold a warm, look at the front of the landscape, a little bit away, not sad.
 
In the vicissitudes of the foliage, fold take a bright, a fragrant heart, see a crescent moon as a hook. Encounter without a word, is to understand, life was removed, is the practice, the years long, enough to our old days.


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