A leaf falling, half a tree yellow, a thousand miles all know the fall. Autumn rain, the hot and difficult to bear the intense summer drifted away, no longer hot and difficult, no longer have piercing autumn cicadas, late autumn with fruit, with gold quietly came, after the wind swaying, rain baptism, quietly withered, staged a leaf and tree hard to leave, full of gold, along the water and flow, with the alternation of seasons of attachment, withered and emaciated, slowly change the face, unloading the curtain, reluctant to bid farewell to this earth! The world of mortals. This is the change of the season, unchanged is a good memory and the fragrance of the flow of years.
In the fall, the wind sweeps the yellow leaves, the cloud is light and the spirit is fresh. Another year of fall, autumn rain! I buried alone in front of the table, write down the autumn rain, autumn wind and autumn leaves. The autumn rain ticks, the autumn wind chants, the autumn leaves wail, but the accompaniment and chant of the cicadas are missing. Autumn night, autumn wind and rain rush, autumn cool autumn thin autumn leaves yellow.
This is the tree and leaf last farewell and lingering, but also after the passion for each other's last charity, love and warmth, reluctant to give up, and the autumn leaves waved goodbye with tears, waved goodbye to the light sorrow, waved goodbye to the once wandering thoughts and dependence! Suddenly and sigh up the cycle of life and life between the passers-by rush, ups and downs of the difficult.
Life is like a song, the vicissitudes of life, but life is like dust! When the autumn wind blew down the last remnants of the leaves, dust is also that into the soil, nurturing a new round of life, life will start a new cycle, and our we are in this cycle of life and breath!
In the autumn wind and rain, the leaves are golden yellow, such as being blown by the wind and rain wrinkled generally, but also the veins, meridians clearly discernible, wilting around the drift, the air is filled with the taste of autumn, the breath of autumn. As this vicissitudes of the cycle, such as this form of life, some are in the youth, some are aging, are met in this season of depression persistent, struggling, never stop, too late to breathe, too late to confess.
The leaves gently leave the branches, dead branches and leaves, the autumn rain beat, singing a song of floating bleak elegy, through a curtain of autumn rain, open a door to the autumn, feel the warmth of this autumn, glory and shame, will be silent for a summer of thoughts, in the sound of the wind and rain in the sound of the sound of the sound of the fly.
I breathe this refreshingly cool. Listen, the autumn rain, as if singing, singing is the sweetest song in the four seasons; see, the autumn wind, as if dancing, dancing is the most beautiful in the four seasons 'dance music; think, the autumn color, as if standing in the autumn of the intersection of the beckoning me, everywhere golden, fruitful, harvest is in the foreground, the farmhouse is everywhere joyful.
Summer to fall to the fall, the prosperity of the fall, the flowers. Each season is on schedule, with a sacred, to fulfill their sacred mission. Like it or not, tired of it, annoyed or not, soothing also line, she came gracefully curly, to go to the elegant and calm, and always left is to face openly, calmly take.
Add a coat, from the depth of the fall and a step closer. The four seasons of the year, always in a hurry to go through, whether it is the hope of spring, or summer heat, whether it is the thickness of the fall, or winter silence, will be in a comfortable in the four seasons to welcome. Life is not so, there is despondency, confusion, joy, splendor, uncertainty, bummer, in the five flavors of human life in the river, practicing an open-minded, a leisurely. Nature's reward for life, let us y understand, not through the autumn and winter withering and harsh, how can perceive the splendor of spring, summer, autumn fruit, winter precipitation.
Silk raindrops falling on the umbrella, strands of thoughts lingering pen. Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn thick thick, really want to open the umbrella so that has been walking down, hold an umbrella of autumn, hold an umbrella of autumn color, hold an umbrella of sheep love, walking alone in this season of autumn.
Independent high-rise eye all the rain in the deep autumn, as if the autumn scroll promenade, at a glance, the leaf beads Xiao Xiao autumn rain, who is in the rain across the love, the rain in the beautiful scenery depicted, the rain love from time to time vertically, and sometimes with the autumn wind swaying arbitrarily, moistens this everything in the autumn rain, is a kind of heartfelt, is a kind of talk, it is a kind of talk, is a kind of release of feelings.
Autumn rain with the autumn wind, autumn scenery is more dense. Outside the window, just listen to the grass crickets, the moon's shadow appeared at the beginning of the leaf fall frost, deeper and quieter night, the wind and rain is more urgent, coolness burst. Such an autumn night, such a state of mind, only with the window of the autumn wind and rain **** dance. Autumn rain, the yellow life to the ginkgo, the harvest mailed to the maple leaves, fan away the heat, brought cool. Autumn is the season of joy, the fall of the fruits, seeds, Tun Tibetan in the farmyard, heralding the hope of the coming year, hosting the harvest and joy.
The alternation of the four seasons is the cycle of the years, the splendor of nature, but also the never-ending pursuit of life and eternity!