Autumn has passed, but the autumn tiger is still rampant, hot enough to make people simply enough!
All things in nature are very inspired by the climate, and whenever a seasonal new and old, instantly know its changes, early to hear its footsteps, smell its aura.
For days now, the sun, which has a high fever, has continued. Autumn came, as if the fever injection, the incandescent face immediately reddened, the fever gradually receded.
The wind is relentless, dry, hot and wet. It seems to flow in the big boiler of the rock, constantly steaming to and fro, the more it steams, the hotter it gets, the hotter it gets, from morning to night is showing a hideous face. When people got up early in the morning, their clothes were tightly stained to their skin. Autumn came and the wind became milder, and people felt its slight coolness in the morning and evening.
The rain was inordinate, manic, ferocious, sharp, and unbridled. In an instant, the Yangtze River, the Yellow River, ditches, cities, villages, fields drowned in a vast ocean. Autumn came, the rain is no longer so aggressive, but obediently turned into a gentle drizzle.
The grass even just drilled out of the soil, full of eagerness for nature and beautiful vision, it wants to grow, blossom, fruit, pouring fragrance, return to nature. However, the fall came, all the good wishes dashed, because the fall, inch grass seed, it can only dream in the next year.
A piece of delicate green leaves, to the trees dressed in green, in the wind gently shaking the goose, from time to time issued a rustle. Before and after meals, people hide in the shade of the trees to rest and cool off. Autumn came, the leaves gradually turned yellow, as if with no feet root like, blowing with the wind, and ultimately hopeless flowers fall, floating down to the ground.
Day to day, people generally do not go out, because the weather outside is too hot, for fear of heatstroke, only to be held in the head of the house, or reading, or watching TV, or entertaining the children, or do some other things. Autumn came, especially when the evening sun came down, this time, the people suffering from the heat, only in groups have to go out of the house, to the beautiful scenery, willow reflection of the North Lake shore to distraction. You see, there are mothers and fathers with children, grandparents tugging grandchildren, there are grandparents holding grandchildren grandchildren, strolling in the beautiful colors of autumn, to share the comfort and happiness brought by the autumn.
Autumn is finally here, walk slowly, I love you, let me walk with you all the way.
The falling leaves know the spring of the autumn wind, a slight cool Xi Xi. The time into October, about the topic of falling leaves endless. There are too many people who have been talking about it, and it's not a word for "sadness". Every time a good friend through WeChat, text messages or phone calls to send a warm caring reminder: "Cooling down, pay attention to add clothing." Yes, nature is the most regular, may not know how to pity human beings, and not because you "drunken spring breeze" it will be spring forever, you "love autumn color" it will be winter no longer come.
This weekend after the Chung Yeung Festival, did not stay in bed again. After breakfast with a few minutes of leisure, casual walk on the plateau, from the southern outskirts of Lhasa Liuguo countryside to the Durong Deqing meadow, and then to the Loblinca garden, and finally came to the city center. Along the way silently chanting "went to Chung Yeung, and Chung Yeung, year after year good scenery. Oh, cozy infinite, the natural life of the endless, is the magic of change, but also the true meaning of eternity. Row to the foot of the Potala Palace, it is eight or nine o'clock, the sun is young. Plateau of the fall to come earlier than the mainland, although the chilly burst, but the holy beautiful square crowded, in honor of Lhasa tourism and pilgrimage team is still endless. Around the Potala Palace on the meridian road bustling, crowded. October autumn night, like a spring tide.
A piece of fallen leaves slowly floating down, gently smashed in my head, and slowly fell to my feet on the gray marble floor. Gazing at it, suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my mother often used chopsticks to teach me to smash my head, and often repeat a sentence: "Grow a head to understand it, not smashed, you do not wake up". I couldn't help but laugh, my mother used to hit me in order for me to know things and no longer make a mistake, this falling leaves hit me and why? No matter what, it gave me a fluttering, gentle brush of beauty, this is enough. Thanks to it smashed my head, now I am "know life", should be considered to understand it. With thanks, I stooped down to pick it up, gently holding it in the palm of my hand.
This piece of fallen leaves seems to be no big difference with the mainland leaves I have seen, showing a fine feathery. It doesn't have the big red and purple of the fruit, which the season has colored into a golden yellow, but more of a mottled yellow and green. The main stem in the center and the tiny veins reaching out to the sides were orange-red, distinct from the yellow. It reminds me of another fallen leaf that fell out of a book I was flipping through the other day. It was a fallen leaf that I picked up from the slopes of the Yajiang River Canyon when I went to the Linzhi area in southeastern Tibet two years ago; it was dazzlingly red at the time, but now it has dried up. I remember that day was on the cloudy hillside by the river, waiting for the holy and mysterious Namcha Barwa main peak to appear. It is said that the Tibetan compatriots called it "stabbed to the dome of the sharp axe", the peak through the sea of clouds, the true face of the rare to see, the bad luck of the worshippers usually return without success. I chose a small platform on the hillside, waiting for luck to come.
Gradually, the snow on top of the mountain was stunningly reflected by the sunrise, and I was stunned. In the middle of forgetfulness, a leaf drifted down, fell on my head, and then slid down my face to my feet. I retracted my eyes to look at the fallen leaves, I do not know which species it belongs to, only to see it bright red color, three leaves, surrounded by the rules of the small jagged, cool like Beijing's Xiangshan red leaves.
Kneel down and quietly watch, the fallen leaves seem a little bit tired, through a little bit of melancholy, but still do not lose the colorful and beautiful, showing the colorful world of the distinctive charm. When it fell from the book a few days ago, it was still intact, but its color had turned brownish red. I held it in my hands for a long time, and then carefully put it back into the book.
This leaf, from the Potala Palace behind the "Zongjiao Lukang" park in a tree, I can not help but raise the curtains to look at it, the eyes into the long unwilling to leave. This tree is healing over the winter, the branches of a party hanging on the "name plate", the book: "left willow, the age of 610 years". I wonder, walking back and forth on the Qinghai-Tibet line has been countless, from the Kunlun Mountain pass to the Yangbajing nearly 20xx kilometers of the road, my line of sight only appeared in the wetlands of Dangxiong three trees in front of the thin air in the place how can grow such a large plant? In Tibet, this is recognized as the "snow world", it should be subjected to what the wind and snow sword torture test! Heavy snow pressure head, branch slightly drooping, it undoubtedly come through; cold wind attack, body mottled, it is also proud of the bones. Oh, suddenly realized, this Zongjiao Lukang was Songtsen Gampo's palace backyard. Is not the king's place must be the king's gas? I don't know, anyway, these trees are suitable for growth here, and unusually lush.
In fact, people know, in the family of trees, in addition to pine, cypress, bamboo, on the number of willow leaves the latest, where the "left willow" is no exception, even if it grows in the plateau. It is still like a warrior, to stand a good last post, do a "come early and go late" of the dedicated, everyone is withdrawn before it withdraws. In front of this tree age 610 of the left willow, stretching a picture of the cool body, like a winged eagle, thick waist a smooth child to the left twisted. Although the yellow leaves on the crown of the horizontal and vertical has been sparse, but still shows the vitality of a unique style. From this, I thought, the hand of this leaf loss should be yielded to the premature arrival of the cold objective weather, and before the arrival of spring, the cold winds, the first warm, it is still the earliest to see the green in the branches, the first to pass the news of spring, to create the spring of the plateau.
In front of nature, people are often accustomed to the leaves and "withering" linked together, giving birth to a bleak and dismal feelings is not surprising. However, in the fall when the head of grief, sighing life is impermanent, the world is short, but also ignored the fallen leaves soon after the newborn and the infinite light of spring, passed away for the life of optimism and self-confidence. These willows on the body of one after another of the wheel marks, is not precisely the witness of endless life!
The tree is certainly a tree, and human beings can not simply equal. But standing in the perspective of life, I respect the character of the tree.
With this leaf, hiking back to the town of Liugu own unit residence, all the way easy as Yan. Newly repaired on the side of the asphalt road, there are constantly golden or reddish-orange leaves from the heights of the downward fluttering, successive order, and fall, that is the young poplar leaves. I keep moving my feet to avoid, jumping, fear of stepping on them, because they are seriously deduced an inherent and reasonable life program: to Ying green introduction, to the golden curtain, dashing to and fro, live proudly frankly, worthy of the value of life in eight or nine months.
Do not step on, not because of charity or pity, not only to leave them a complete body and clean face, but admiration, admiration, admiration for them do not fall to the earth and decadence, but to be ready to go, ready to the next year, more vigorous spirit, admiration for it to leave us a deep philosophical thinking.
Back to the desk, I picked up this piece of fallen leaves clamped in another book, that is, I just published a short time ago, "the sky road is no longer far away", it and the original piece of leaf and the book accompanied me around, in my ear has been murmuring "hope, hope ...... "
Autumn Lyric Essay 3Autumn is taking a quiet pace to us, autumn first came when the feeling of autumn is not so sensitive, but more and more with the arrival of the mid-autumn, the true color of autumn is more and more obvious. And then transition to late autumn, that intoxicating fruit and scenery quasi will let people stay.
Early Autumn
Autumn, she carries the color of maturity, dyed yellow tree leaves, dyed yellow grass stems and branches; embellished wide streets, embellished beautiful parks, embellished the desert wilderness, embellished the lofty mountains, the beauty of the embellishments everywhere, so that people in the appreciation of the beauty at the same time to feel that autumn is here, the autumn of her fascinating figure and tempting scenery manifested, so that the adults for the Her charm and intoxicated, let the children for her to bring the abundant fruit and dance.
The organs of the body clearly feel the arrival of autumn, so-called: summer just before the foot, the fall will come. The weather is gradually turning cooler, the falling leaves with the attachment to the summer, flying in the gorgeous air when the cycle of the season rotates into another season of autumn.
Mid-Autumn
And the most illustrative of the Mid-Autumn Festival is the round moon, which seems to give off all its light on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and shines vigorously on the vast and deep sky. At this time the moon so soothing, smooth, tree shadow, many swaying leaves flying in the soft night, she is like a shy girl, hidden in the blue sky, the sky is like a layer of blue transparent gauze, such as smoke around, and like a mist covering the entire sky to give a feeling of lightness.
This year's fall, really outrageous. Yesterday was still the height of summer, today's sudden autumn winds, rain also Xiao Xiao. Autumn wind mercilessly blowing down a piece of leaves, fallen leaves in the autumn wind fluttering, falling. At first, it may be just a piece or two, like one or two butterflies with broken souls. But within a few days, there were crashing golden showers, coloring the earth golden yellow and rendering a sad autumn atmosphere! Above a golden carpet of fallen leaves spread out under the trees, stand bare, sparse trunks and branches, pointing straight to the blue sky and white clouds.
Autumn leaves is the symbol of autumn, pieces of fallen leaves floating on the ground, it seems that autumn is sad, but this is not the main theme of autumn. Autumn brings people is affordable, is the harvest, is the joy, is the hope; Autumn brings people is mature, is the joy, is the inspiration. This is the eternal main theme of autumn. The melody of the fall is changing, but the memory of people is still good, so that people over the autumn also think of the next autumn.
Farewell to the heat of summer, the fall with her fruitful footsteps to meet, melting with people's heart is about to harvest the joy.
Late Autumn
People in this season, enjoy the fresh and bright autumn group picture, presenting the charm of autumn brings people infinite beauty. The most beautiful fallen leaves also count the maple leaves, look at the mountain red through the maple leaves, in the full rendering of the warmth of autumn. Although the maple leaves will fade, but life goes on. I will realize life from the fading of the maple leaves, and find the grain of life from the veins of the maple leaves. I would like to be a maple leaf, carrying this bright and clean fall, swimming in the beautiful world far away, kissing the wilderness and mountains, kissing the grass and forests. I read the murmur of the maple leaf, which makes the layer of forests full of autumn colors, one after another falling leaves make all the mountains red, presenting a scene that is not spring like spring.
Autumn sends a refreshing, fruitful orchard, see, red apples in the branches smiling at us; pomegranates also quietly bloomed in the treetops smile; sweet honey persimmons in the fruit tree swaying in the wind; grapes in a bunch, purple and red, crystal clear, as if it is a string of purple pearls; yellow tangerines proudly stood in the branches of the tall, shaking his head; hawthorn tree full of The hawthorn tree is full of purple-red fruits, hiding behind the dense leaves, sometimes hidden, as if a shy little girl. In the fall, the wheat field is a harvest scene, and the grains are plentiful. In the field, a string of ears dance with the autumn wind. From afar, the wheat wave rolls over, as if it is a golden sea.
Autumn is the season of harvest, the season of joy, harvest and joy tell us that the responsibility of autumn has been completed.
The charming autumn scenery is mesmerizing. Blue sky, white clouds, autumn wind, red leaves reflect each other; distant mountains and water, grass and beautiful stones, natural combination. A place in the autumn scenery, a picture of autumn, a pile of fruit, rendering the fullness of autumn, people are happy and beautiful!
A person's life, much like a light cloud, a wisp of wind, inadvertently accompany you through the seasons of life. Perceive the fall, perceive the seasons, we need the spring wind, summer rain, but also need the harvest of the fall. This is the most splendid harvest season of life.
Autumn Lyric Prose 4
The morning breeze of the cool and sullen with the taste of autumn and arrived, less just in the absence of a butterfly, a tuft of green shade, although these scenes will inevitably lead to the sigh of the soul, but things are not necessarily also gaunt people pining for the heart of the time, such as the eyes of the large and small withered rounds of shrubbery, the wind and clouds of sunshine, the only to give a person in the mood of the ensemble.
On both sides of the trail are covered with weeping willow, birch, pine and fir, and some unknown class of thick trees, with the dry crown stands on the gate, attracting countless pedestrians, if you look at it from afar, it's a beautiful scene. Autumn has just arrived, the leaves began to have drifted, some have exposed the trunk, some always stand proudly in the street, some are still hanging in the branches, love, just like fish and water.
August's angry wind began to sweep this piece of heaven and earth, everything all immersed in the gusts of wind, bald and withered trees, simple and sparse branches, bleak chorus of cold insects, an autumn with the color of the rusty scene, can be described as the sound of the fall, the color of the miserable brewed out of the north of the rich and bleak picture scrolls.
I am an extremely sensitive person, and at the same time often less calm, every time the season, always with a watery heart to close to nature, looking for a sense of depression, and from time to time, the mind will be chaotic to slip away. Now, another autumn wind sweeping leaves of the season, the autumn wind sweeping leaves yellow, the wind does not blow away the long sigh, the leaf is dyed through the nostalgia.
Hometown mountains, hometown water, hometown winds, hometown clouds ...... is always away from the people can not forget the attachment, such as the autumn forest now, the leaves are flying, those scattered all over the ground is not a leaf, but the heart of the departure of the yellowed memories.
At this time, I can not help but think of the old acacia tree, although it and I just met in a foreign country, but every time I stood under the old acacia tree, I really was its upright, and the strange curved confused. In the fall, especially its uneven surface, like a shallow deep gully, but a strange scenery.
Thick spring to flowers for color, summer to leaves for fresh, late fall has been pale yellow adorned with its years of frost, uneven trunks, floating sparse leaves, diffuse into a piece of rich nostalgia, around me.
For example, in front of the eyes of this old acacia tree so far can stand in this place, to be attributed to its resistance to the wind and frost respectable feelings, it is because it can be very well protected their roots. When autumn comes, it is not like the holly, until the day of death is not willing to wither a leaf. The old acacia tree is always most of the leaves scattered on the ground, not stingy, sometimes to fall, sometimes to onion, so that, after suffering from the wind and frost also do not mind retaining the remnants of the body, the leaves seem to know y, will bury themselves in the soil than born in the branch is more important to be transformed into mud to embrace its regeneration of the source.
I was attracted by its tenacity and courage to sacrifice the quality of my own, whenever walking in the cold insects do not bother to stay in the place, coincided with the encounter of this old acacia tree, whether it is day or night, always the same comfort, vaguely find a rusty and lonely beauty, so that the soul of the gods. Under the shade of a large forest, you can still see the idle stone tools of the past, in the eyes of the pedestrians are just passing by, however, in the eyes of the sad fall, is undoubtedly the best snuggle.
I also always feel that I went to the secluded countryside, this time the ears are full of the sound of insects, so that the hearts of the people for the splash, the long-lost remnants of the sound of a long time, a long time from the distance, suddenly far away, suddenly close to, undoubtedly, is a kind of carry forever and rare flavor.
Looking at the semi-fallen leaves of the fir trees, pines and cypresses, bald and withered birches, and a few rows of autumn willows that have not yet fallen, I am thinking of going to a place where the dense clouds can not be seen, and where the dense rain can not fall through the paths of the secluded places, searching for the sunshine of the setting sun, searching for the evening of the forest in the autumn, and searching for the sunshine of the bleak. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company.
Knowing Autumn Lyrical Prose 5Maple leaves, falling wood, a wisp of autumn cold shook the autumn leaves, sullen autumn dew. Maple leaves falling roots floating wet red dust, gusts of ghostly sobbing, gently wailing. Stream spring warm flow, floating a maple leaf.
Autumn wind blew yellow summer green, gradually cold and cold, pen past the wind and rain, in the cover of the heart, looking at the glaze is no longer in bloom, listen to the lotus pond moonlight speechless. Another season of deep water, another piece of red leaves. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Sit still and listen to a leaf to know the fall.
Warm a pot of moonlight, accompanied by autumn colors; play a song of lotus rhyme, string green. Autumn wind discretion wave, red leaf ripples. Autumn to autumn away, in the gaps in the wind and rain spread in the cycle of seasons, tasting a piece of stars under the moon.
Maybe autumn love, maybe winter love, maybe spring love, maybe summer. Passion drenched in the traces of the years, sparing a wave of happiness. Holding a cup of red dust, ambling autumn rhyme, the mountain sentiment, water fondness splash ink out a picture of knowledge of autumn.
This sentimental fall oh.
A bend in the years, wasted style. The peach blossom bloomed in the flowers, a smile of the wind and flowers so that the autumn cold warmed the mist, hazy night intertwined with just the right amount of moonlight. We meet in the colorful clouds, holding hands with the autumn leaves, read a book of autumn together, *** enjoy January red.
Autumn paper a curtain of heart, murmuring and whispering in front of the lamp. Red drunken cherries, Cham green banana, embracing Shan appendage hanging moonlight. A handful of flowers, in the long scroll of the years to describe the fragrance, micro-refractive light wind.
A piece of red leaves, drunk the whole summer; three thousand obsessions, sweet a world of love. In the palm of the heart of a piece of flowers, only for a person to appreciate; in the heart of a piece of forest planting, only for a person to cool; in the red dust to open a piece of heaven and earth, but also only for a person to block the wind and sun.
If you can, I would like to green lamp pen, the words have you, between the lines of me, ferry moonlight notes, *** drink a cup of acacia?
If you can, I would like to write a poem, sing five words, waving the pen in deep thought, according to the window of the blossom of the fragrance, read a song of obsession?
If you can, I would like to hold hands in front of the flowers, planted full of enchanting, warm eyebrows, mind the memory of the red leaves, vowed to abide by the end of the world?
In the window, a few pieces of magnolia. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. Sitting quietly, listening to a leaf to know the autumn ......
Knowing the autumn lyrical prose 6Autumn wind soughing, every autumn, a burst of autumn wind slowly blowing through, some of the refreshing into my heart. When it comes to autumn, there is no lack of feeling lonesome, lonesome feelings, the golden world gives people a different kind of feeling, but also give and I do not general thoughts. The world is a lot of things, not as drunk as in the fall.
Look at the autumn leaves and pass by, wasted years, how many difficult to help, listen to the autumn wind, how much pressure in the distant memory. Autumn leaves, always so lonely, it painfully lost in the hustle and bustle, people are always praised in the spring flowers and green leaves, spring, and how many people have paid attention to the autumn leaves of the fall of the silent, when used to seeing the beautiful things, who will remember the sadness of the once sore.
When the autumn leaves it is fond of the embrace, in order to say goodbye to the departure of spring or the advent of autumn? Just like people turn around, is it to wash away the past soreness or to open a brand new music? Wash the earth's curly yellow leaves is only a sudden and resolute fall, the memories blown away by the breeze so far away ------
The advent of autumn is always so unexpected, whenever people look up and see the full fall with the yellow envelopes only to realize - autumn, is the advent of the end. Autumn leaves reveal the arrival of autumn, and replaced by a breathless separation, although I do not know the feelings of the autumn leaves, but it must have thanked the autumn appeared in its life, no matter what is left is fondness, grief or indifference, but in the dusty years there will be so a corner, so a figure belongs to the memories of the autumn.
It still needs to leave, but still can not be replaced. The wheel of life grows like this, dusty memories will eventually be opened, around and around, time changes, when a scene, a memory traced back to the past, the fall will eventually find the most understanding of their own original is the autumn leaves, but the fall of the autumn leaves has long been all this as a foregone conclusion. A spring, summer, autumn and winter, a scene of green, red, yellow and white, every late fall, the ancient trees will witness the departure of the leaves, it must be so helpless and hurt, but can not prevent the leaves fall down unresistingly, so willingly buried in the fall ------
The years of the river kept changing, the former former gradually began to become memories, in the memory of the brush began to turn yellow, like the curled edge of the yellow leaf Generally make people's memories drift to far away, it seems to be more and more distant things in order to let people more and more miss, but also more and more remember firmly, suddenly look back, keep in the original place in the end is the ancient tree or that has long been past the fall.
Close your eyes, the breath of autumn is so present in the surrounding, looking at the sky fluttering the rest of the fallen leaves is actually praise or regret? Step forward, the yellow leaves under the street lamps with the wind ------
Autumn Lyric Essay 7The afterglow is dazzling, the clouds are light. The falling leaves know the meaning of autumn, and the lonely geese mourn the sound.
A speed of yellow flowers, a cup of clear old wine, in front of the grave looks so thin, so lonely and lifeless.
Ying Ying's grave is overgrown with weeds, and it looks so desolate and miserable.
Sending the king a thousand miles to have a goodbye, crossroads, the old acacia tree, a flower umbrella to cover the rain cool, eyes with crystal, pouring out the pain of parting, "Jun far away, the road is unknown, the long night, waiting for the king under the lamp, remembering the lovesickness". The words are not much, sentences heart lungs, y touched a far away heart.
Looking back at the tearful eyes, the footsteps hurried away.
The voice again: "Jun outside take care of your health, wait for Jun to come back, in the continuation of the fate of the matter".
Misery cut with sadness and tears, choking tears wet lapel.
You a fur red dress, flowers like colorful bees, dancing pear depths, white through pink, petals falling, falling on your shoulders, falling to your eyebrows, rotating in the sea of flowers, dancing a wonderful music. Looking at a cloud of fire like shadow, I am intoxicated in the pink and white world. We know each other in the depths of the pear flower in April.
The green fruit through the attractive light, heavy pressure on the branches, creaking in the wind, full of green trees in the sunrise 'illumination, all show the strength of life. You are a pink skirt, shuttle in the depths of the pear orchard, sometimes turning back, sometimes stretching arms, sometimes hiding behind the tree, more like a fluttering butterfly playing in the green sky. My confused eyes turned with your figure. We know each other in the dream of the green color of the pear orchard.
The wind how to rise, thick autumn, fruit through the yellow, ripe season, you a fall coat, a bamboo basket in the shoulder arm swaying, delicate hand like a dragonfly pointing to the water, only only the fruit all collected in the basket, looking at your skillful movements, looking at your dazzling posture, pink face stained with drops of sweat, smiling eyes, through the light of the fascinating. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
We know each other, we know each other, we love each other. The snow covered by the sky, relative to the fire next to the fire, eating your hand-picked fruit, heart full of warm love, outside the yard, plum blossom colorful, fragrant and pleasant.
Another year of harvest season, another fruitful time, you have to send me far away, the rain is cool and interesting, all the reluctance to leave.
The heart of the homecoming is like an arrow. Put down the car and horse tired, set foot on the homeland, you, but away from me. The one that greeted me is a piece of grave, a piece of panic cold ground.
The wind swept the dust.
However, the memory is full of pain and helplessness. Looking at the distant pear orchard, depressed nothing, fallen leaves floating with the wind. There will be no dancing in your garden, there will be no looking up with me. And I can only take the past as a dream,,louboutin pas cher, fine in the dream memories, slowly taste this happy and sad edge.
Know Autumn Lyrical Prose 8Sprinkled all over the ground of the fallen leaves, the sky flying dazzling, like water like years passed quietly, and accidentally found that there is no trace left of it. A burst of sighs sacrificed to the past years, the empty breath wandering on earth, did not find its tentacles, but also can not explore its breath, such as the history of the sinking but can not find the imprint of existence.
When the hands of the fallen leaves withered and yellowed, without the slightest moisture, light as a feather, a small gust of breeze will also take it away. Cover the heart of the disappointment, gently flicked, some slippery, feel the breath also smooth a lot. Thought of treasuring, as a bookmark, clip to the books, time may be a long time, there will be a faint breath of fallen leaves, bring people a pleasant mood.
Hour like to collect plants for specimens, like a few days later turned to smell the green flavor, stained with the place became full of vitality. A taste of chrysanthemum tea, bitter with sweetness.
Long time the fallen leaves but more can provoke my long-lost touches, more than the childhood green more people addicted. Such as the lonesome poet, with euphemistic ink to depict its state of mind, driving his deep memories. Also like the beauty of the incense, with a poignant cold, more people shocked and pity.
Just say another ten years, and how the state of mind? Drifting like a falling leaf with flowing water, sentient or not, what kind of ending will there be?
A wisp of coolness through the window, the window seems to have some ringing, suddenly realized; autumn, the window is the sound of autumn, so out of the door to a person came to the suburban trails, dusk and autumn sky idle clouds, so light, leisurely. Quietly floating in the sky, a gust of wind blew, yellow leaves on the treetops with the wind and companions dancing a delicate dance slowly fell to the ground, pick up a fallen leaf, the texture of life along the fingertips to pass, clear texture describes the vicissitudes of time. Looking at the falling leaves, feeling the wind wrapped in the depression, there is a kind of bitterness from the sky boundless over my - heart. Heart, but also for passers-by to stay in the place, some people come, some people have to go, walk and stop, the heart also has a bearing, no longer afraid of overweight load, once into the heart of some people to look at, to see the powerful load and with the cacophony of voices, there is a deep love of talking about, there are tears and dark sobbing, there is a loud complaint, there is silence, and even a hint of contempt with a smile, a hundred life, but in the heart of a person resides in the heart of a person. A person's heart resides, and the owner of this heart is still carrying a cup of tea, hypocritical pretense of calm, looking at this many views as to appreciate a beautiful picture. It turns out that a person's heart actually also has a lively and uncommon.
Late at night, the rain kept falling, want to be full of wrinkles and cracks of the old tree outside the frozen shivering, those once delicate banana, must have been the rain drooping head, even if there are water droplets rolled in the barely standing petals, the wind gently blowing will also fall in the mud silently disappeared, if the wind is even more windy, I am afraid of the petals are also powerless to struggle, decadent out of their own mother branch! I'm afraid the petals will not be able to struggle, and they will be disheveled from their parent branches, drifting down into the cold night. In front of the mirror, looking at the lines I drew smooth stretching sparse and even eyebrows, looking at the lipstick painted lips slightly upturned at the corners of the mouth, looking at the not stunning but carefully groomed features, swinging with high temperature ironing chemical dye dyed maroon hair with waves, bleak, unwilling to give up and helpless lingered in my heart, although the heart has a bearer also do not fear the overweight load, but the appearance of the old and age is not consistent with a fact, but it is an indisputable fact. In line with the fact that it is an indisputable, listening to the sound of autumn, thinking about the leaves fall one by one, is a scene of parting, but also the exhaustion and passing of life
Autumn in the second half of the night is still raining, in addition to the night tour of the things that are left in addition to a black and blue sky, it seems to be a little bit cold, out of a slightly thicker clothes to keep out the cold, but thought of daytime, I am still wearing Korean version of the clothes with a nine-minute low-waisted jeans, the avant-garde thick soled Casual shoes trying to coordinate with the cartoon patterned clothing, modern appearance dress how can not hide my lonely heart at the moment, Ouyang Xiu's "Autumn Sound Fugue" chi chi chi, mournful Wan Chai, a piece of sadness and bleakness of the meaning of the string to my mind even lingering, Fan Zhongyan's "blue cloud sky, yellow leaves, autumn color even waves, waves on the cold smoke Jade," leading me to Wang Shifu's "The West Wing" reads "Farewell at the Long Pavilion" as "The sky of blue clouds, the land of yellow flowers, the west wind is tight, the north geese fly south. Who dyed the frosty forest drunk in the morning? Always the tears of the departed", but also make me confused and frustrated ......