Who said that the weather is cool, it’s a good autumn
By the water bank, I will send you away
Thousands of miles of sky, from now on the end of the world is helpless
Across the sea, across the clouds and thousands of dust
Don’t look forward to it anymore
This season the flowers have fallen silently, it’s too late to say love
I want to say Hate but cannot, love in the world
It always turns into a dream-like order
Let Yuntian chant and send it to the outside world
Go to the Heavenly Palace to test your skills
Can, can, can, let love come back
The autumn night is deep, the lights are falling, the birds are resting, and the clouds are silent. Under the full moonlight of autumn, I casually wrote this sentence. I regarded it as a poem. I read it over and over again, my mind stranded on the shore of longing.
When I read the emotional part, I tried not to let my weakness like tears show, and I just endured it again and again. Still rustling like falling flowers, knocking open the Achilles' heel in memory. Suddenly, the you who lives in the bottom of my heart walked out of the locked building, and on the smoke-filled balcony, letting the ring of the past tremble slightly, the tassels on the skirt swayed like clouds coming out of Xiu Xiu. In the deeper dew of the autumn night, the fragrance of chrysanthemums comes slowly.
Everything is just right. Meeting in life is the most enjoyable and beautiful thing. What's more, it is the autumn moon at the head, the moon is full, and in the red moonlight, the moon is like a lotus blooming in the vast empty Milky Way. It is so pure, elegant, neither evil nor charming, it can only be seen from a distance. But don't play with it.
The autumn wind blows and the leaves rustle. A few birds, as if they were frightened and worried, were chirping under the eaves of people at the end of the world on a moonlit night.
Looking at the full moon, I suddenly felt that my sleeves were getting wider and fluttering. It seemed that the person had also become thinner than a tortoiseshell fingernail that plucked a string, as thin as a spring bamboo shoot, and played the song "Autumn Water" on the full moon. The zither and the chords are playing, and the charm is lingering in the autumn water, autumn wind, and autumn sky.
I don’t want to be sad about separation, I just want to stay together. The autumn wind of this season blows the rain into a river of thoughts like a boat, gently splitting the sky in the water on the moonlit night. Under the blue sky of the same color as water and sky, watch the dance steps of the moonlight swaying among the leaves, and listen to Jian Jia, who has an old waist on the shore, singing "Love in Late Autumn" in a low voice.
Maple leaves and flowers, the sound of autumn fills the river and the sky. Standing on the bank of the river, I really like the artistic conception of autumn. It is far away, vast, leisurely and vast... I chant: The endless falling trees are rustling, and the endless Yangtze River is rolling. Come.
The river is surging and the waves are surging. Whose thoughts are like waves crashing on the shore? Whose love seems to be rolling up layers of waves swirling in the heart? How many past events have been sighed, how many thoughts have been picked up, and rolled up again, Stirring in my heart.
On a quiet moonlit night, who said on the bank of the river: "Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to say goodbye. I want to say goodbye, but I say it's been a cool autumn." There was a sound when it fell to the ground. My thoughts at the beginning of autumn, in the frosty sky, I caught a glimpse and saw you wasting away into poems, but I don’t know how to soften your deep feelings so as to live up to the weight and care.
Autumn, it seems, can’t escape the word cool after all. The rustling autumn wind blows the sky into the vast and empty sky, and the desolate white dew fills the earth. Among all things, human emotions are walking on the Andante of Autumn, looking at the water, the water is long, looking at the moon, the moon is full of the river.
I miss you, how could I untie the boat so easily, and why could I just leave so hastily? Is this separation now regret or resentment? In the vague gaps of the past, the wings of autumn are becoming fuller, and the rustling falling flowers tell a song of farewell in the ten-mile long pavilion.
I want to ask where you are when the moon is full? I want to know where you stay when the autumn leaves are floating? This time in a foreign land, whose brows and hearts are left blank in your heart? This Farewell, when will you return to your hometown after a long absence?
Maybe you will pick up the scent of your heart and soak it in the sun and moon pot of homesickness. However, I don’t know if the water in a foreign country can soak it. Can you drink a pot of country coffee? Can you resist the pain of lovesickness? Can you still think of the Pingting flower on the waterside in late autumn?
On the autumn night, you will not miss the distance of the swans. Flying will never miss the aftertaste of parting. Looking up at the line of flying birds, I always hope that there will be a goose that looks back. Is that looking back just for me? Is it because of my nostalgia? At the moment of reluctance to leave, that kind of thought just came out like a cloud. Xiu, was denied by the kind original intention, no, must not, just fly away. Because of frost, because of ice and snow, because the cruel winter is coming.
Yue'er seemed to understand my wish. Her graceful dance steps came into my sight step by step, telling her that she would never leave. Yes, who can be the moon in the sky? Who can be a lotus in the sky, living on the bank of the Milky Way in this long autumn sky, accompanying me every night, reflecting each other every moment?
It may be that love brings about thoughts, and it may be that love brings about thoughts. However, I don't dare to complain, I am afraid that love is like a scourge, breaking down the river embankment, and the bursting of the river weir will rush love back to the wilderness of love. Overflowing, love is like a wild horse that has lost its reins. From then on, it tramples on the plateau of the heart, and tramples on the beacon tower of the old mountains and rivers that have long been extinguished.
The autumn night is deep, the cold dew is silent and the sweet-scented osmanthus is wet, not at the end of the world, but in the white space of the atrium. Jackdaws have settled early on the trees. The moon is startling and they fly up, circling the tree three times, regretting the past. The farewell was like a painful lesson, flying and landing on the garden tree.
I can’t help but want to know; Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in the autumn thoughts? I can’t help but have a profound epiphany. The mountains are high and the rivers are long, the road is rugged and winding to the end of the world, and infinite lovesickness is ups and downs in the mountains and rivers. The scenery is no longer a peach blossom garden, but actually in the autumn water, autumn moon, autumn flowers and autumn trees... The moon sets over the river and the sky, and the hearts are longing for each other.
Yes, tonight the moon is bright and people look at the moon, the autumn water has been boiled into frost, coldness and passion burst out, maybe the black hair is boiled into white hair, maybe the beauty is boiled into a married woman, and the lovers finally get married. That is the most beautiful thing. If so, it will not be in vain for the autumn thoughts. If not, pack up your thoughts and store them in the center of the crystal moon pool. They will be as beautiful as a lotus and dance in the moon palace. Send blessings to the one you love and to the one you love. May she be well. .
Tonight, lovesickness also falls on my garden tree, and I miss my dear him. This small parting actually makes people taste lovesickness. Maybe for the sake of career, maybe I really have to do it. However, parting always makes people unable to calm down. It always makes you feel sad, entangled, and longing for you. It always worries about you in the distance and makes you unable to let go. It is really a unique feeling. heart.
I looked up sharply and saw an autumn moon in the sky. I couldn't calm down no matter what, so I could only count the days and itinerary silently, hoping that you would come back soon.
Move the piano under the window, gently pluck the strings, invite the moon to dance, red polygonum reed flowers, the autumn mood is strong, and suddenly I thought of the sentence again: I wanted to say it, but I said it was cool. An autumn. All kinds of thoughts come to my heart. In this late autumn, every plant, every tree, every dust, every mountain, every forest, every water, every day, makes me miss you infinitely. The weather is cool in autumn, and the coolness is slightly, towards you, Take away the warmth in my heart.
In autumn, the geese have returned, can you come back?