Second, another year of autumn wind. Day after day of triviality, anxiety, confusion about the road ahead, cutting, crushing this late summer and early fall.
Three, the evening breeze of early fall inadvertently swept away the last trace of heat at the end of summer, bringing a little refreshing and cozy.
Four, the evening return to the street on the dark yellow street lamps, cycling to the wind, and the roadside fragrance of the fruit flavor. Late summer and early fall, probably the favorite time of year in this city?
Fifth, at noon, I ate a delightful high-calorie fried chicken, listening to my favorite songs, and I was greeted by a just-right comfortable wind, late summer and early fall, slipping around simply can not be more pleasant, and the most important thing is that I'm on my own, alone, exclusive of these?
Six, late summer and early fall night, the insects singing lush harmony. Turned over the horoscope character, and their own procrastination fight. Intermittent intensive more blogging, or pinning. Enjoy the auspicious moments of quiet solitude, don't waste them.?
seven, want to believe again, the winds of late summer and early fall will give me luck.
Eight, always have to wait until the summer is almost over before you want to get up to go jerking, late summer and early fall breeze and noisy crowd let a person have a kind of full of smoke and fire happiness, the only shortcomings is that there is no?
nine, in my opinion will be happy magpie bridge, but the end of summer and early fall.
Ten, late summer and early fall, so my favorite is also the fall, the least favorite is also the fall, just hope that the cloudy days when there is a person can be accompanied, just every time is a person?
11, probably in the late summer and early fall days, the sun is still warm, but the leaves began to fall, most of such a picture in the memory is only profound, as if it is very brilliant, in fact, it is in the fall, decay, and then loneliness spreads, and we began to wait for the cold winter. It's like remembering who you loved, but not really. All the unspoken like, should be buried in the early fall, and then wait for the thick snow to cover it, never germinate.?
Twelve, the end of summer and early fall, the night of the dead leaves, the computer to kill loneliness, online games to send love and forget.
Thirteen, the end of summer and early fall, cicada molting not chirp. September one, into Shaanxi Shiquan County, as if into a light ink scroll. The mountains and water snuggle, light clouds, misty floating on the top of the mountain. In this case, there is no car in the city to urge the sound of the whistle, there is just a clear wind birdsong.
Fourteen, a double red roof cabin is located in the birch forest side, in late summer and early fall, birch leaves have just begun to yellow, the sunlight from the leafy bushes sprinkled down, unknown birds chirping.
Fifteen, late summer and early fall in the grass and the last insect feast of the year, and then soon, until the city's first frost comes, they will be silent and gradually die, lonely return to the embrace of the soil.
Sixteen, the evening of late summer and early fall, the cool wind blowing, a person on one side, crooked in the seat to read a novel, with an old song?
Wish to adopt, thank you!