The night is deep. There is no more heavenly music. The heart has thoughts but no sleep.
There is a light that shakes, like a mirror. I opened the window and peeped out, but it was the moon that shone through.
The moon floating in the air, its light without obstacles and diarrhea, its quiet and bright even, fell on the camphor, silver pieces, the wind set off and leaf movement, leaf movement and light and shadow, more like pollen dispersed by the fen.
Nearly winter! The gas is cold and cold, and with the moon to force people, silent and not win.
I look at the moon, and the moon looks at me, and although their behavior is different, their intentions are similar.
Soft and leaning, leaning and paralyzed in the mud, so you can feel the water gathered vapor condensation. The body is not encountered and the heart can be encountered. God to the limitless and virtual to the fact, and real again to its virtual. Not encountered and the path to the non-return, can there be a mooring position, but also make the water of the moon color ripples, suspended? Also make more details to fill the memory of the missing, rich early winter of the lonesome.
At this time, if there is a soft song, affectionate rubbing, then, the dream is bordering on the fragrance.
Covering the door, the stalks are not wounded, not shriveled grass, all trembling, trembling, if the virgin's first embrace, timid, terrified. Also like a crush of the disease, by a touch of gentle smile, touched the heart. However, the fragile sensitivity, just as, this time the moon's touch.
Night, in the care of the moon, is simple. Simple as a silk string, there is no repeated action to pick and twist, just the night, such as the idea of general borrowing the wind of the weak, felicitous fragrance.
I melted in the middle of it, want to "no I" in which, and send the intention, but reduce the body of the burden.
I am in the middle of it, and I want to be in the middle of it, and I want to be in the middle of it.
The silence, the loss of catty, broken stalks to hold on to, what is it? The wind is cutting and thin, described in crystal quiet words and phrases, knocking on the hidden fruit. At this moment, said have, can embrace no one all. I'm not sure what I'm talking about, but I'm not sure what I'm talking about, and I'm not sure what I'm talking about.
A while and a while, the thin fog, pregnant with the moon's advice. The moon, across the wall of the heart, like across the painting screen, its shadow.
Demoiselle, speechless. The word is not spoken.
Eyelids, seems to be stained with moonlight into the water, the vision of the fuzzy, the opposite is to tie the inner heart of the hidden injury. As such, the moon, that half of the moon, that half of the bright, more than a few shadows. I don't say, that a few shadows hindered the moon's light, because of the embellishment, its light more organic components.
"Constant", but also easy to disappear, did not withstand the erosion of time "constant". I don't need "permanence", what is in the will of man, there is a reluctance factor. In nature, there are atoms that really escape, that are attracted by the gravity of the soul. At this moment, I can put all the understanding of the feeling, stored in memory, and no it, only wet wet wet life content.
A very long, very long shadow, flung to the bald dry wood. However, all the unfading green, recorded by the non-chronological, but each has its own counterpart.
The night, in the moon's light, seems to have a more uniform. The fact that I'm breathing in and out doesn't affect the density of it at all. It is not a matter of whether I speak or not. Even the ruder behavior will be transformed into an "empty space" with no echo.
Contempt! I am moving towards it, and it is getting farther away. I back, and the closer. Similarity has been indecipherable by time, strange has been like a layer of dirt, masked in the expression of life.
This night, the color of the moon, why is not the voice of speech?
Lin Qingxuan classic prose quotes
1, the trouble written on the beach, this is the most important key to Zen, is to put down, our troubles are from the obsession, in fact, the obsession is like a word written on the sand, seawater on the flow of the sea, the karmic emptiness of the actuality of all things, to be able to see this layer, put down on the nothing difficult.
2, White Jade Bitter Melon and Jade Cabbage are the National Palace of Taipei's treasure, the size of all can only grasp, White Jade Bitter Melon beauty in the jade, warm and subtle; Jade Cabbage beauty in the ingenuity of the spirit in the meticulous. There is so much suffering in the world, the only compensation is, in life, small joys, small suspense. Isaac Singer said so.
3, a clear window, in the face of the flow of space and time fly in spring flowers, there are spring flowers; floating in the firefly, there are fireflies; pass into the sound of autumn, came to the sound of autumn; invasion into the winter cold, there is winter cold. Break into the love love, stabbed in the sadness, there is sadness, a any what things to our clear window, can let us more truly experience the deep flavor of life.
4, occasionally open the eyes of the sky to see the red dust, poor body is in the eyes of the people. The beauty of the short-lived flower teaches me how to say it? There is no flower comparable to Lun's, she spit out a beautiful net, tripping our eyes, so that we do not want to move away for a second. Her fragrance, if compared with other fragrance, is an insult to the blossom, twenty ping big garden, all overflowing, the fragrance is still dense outflow.
5. He sang about the desolate city in his heart, right? Outside the city, sometimes prosperous, sometimes desolate, inside that small lonely city ah! Although there are also the rise and fall, but there is always a piece of joyless Yuzhou platform, before the foreground, after the future, the idea of heaven and earth's longevity, alone in pathos! In the deepest and deepest place, this is the poet's great loneliness, but also the poet's deserted city.
6, life in the memory is like a small inn, and people like riding a horse constantly running forward stagecoach, every time you turn back, the past will always become far away from their own inn, all the joys and pains, all the precipitation and passion, and even all the successes and failures in those inns, to the evening we have to sleep in another inn.
7, the separation of the sadness if you want to rain before the black clouds boundless cover, efforts to repress hard to forget, it is relentless in the veins of the quiet flow. Or have been waiting for too many nights, or to test the sincerity of love. The sadness of parting from the bottom of your eyes gurgling flash, in the unintentionally blue and since the blue sky, I cried out my love by tears, can not speak of the layers of the heart trembling.
8, the dispersion of karma will not necessarily be tears, but for the karma of the reluctance, obsession, greed, but will certainly make people tears like the sea. Impermanence is the inevitable process of space and time, it forces us to lose the young, precious, wearing a halo of years, that can be lamented regret mood, is inevitable. However, if the impermanence is due to human negligence and left a painful lesson, it is hateful and detestable.
9, I really refuse to believe is a kind of pain, perhaps the sword was dull, perhaps I am a book spread out the title page, but in the bitter reading of the text chapter I was afraid, but also surprise, because the page turned over too many sighs in the fear, because the later chapter shows the wonderful unknown surprise. Knowing that the path I'm on is a bad one, the smallest feelings have been difficult to hide their inadequacy.
10, I just hope that in this clear lake bottom light pan with the soul of the boat, outside the lake there are mountains, mountains outside the sea, overseas there is a clamor of the world. But I do not want to pay attention to, because this place even ripples are calm. I can lie down soundly, can be every star into a light, every air into the wind, all the luxury is hidden in the clouds and mountains overseas, the true Chun is in the moonlight, from the bottom of the lake floated up.
11. It is not so difficult to seek wisdom on earth. The most important thing is to make our own soft heart, so soft that when we see a petal fall from a flower, it makes us tremble with emotion, as to know its meaning. Only its softness, we can be sensitive; only softness, we can tolerate; only its softness, we can be exquisite; also only its softness, we can transcend the self, in the time of injury can even tolerate our wounds.
12, lemon flowers bloom season, I walked through the lemon garden, the flowers of the rich fragrance is always smoked me disoriented. All flowers, lemon flowers are the sweetest, thick honey; but all the fruit, lemon fruit is the most sour, its acid over vinegar. This feeling of disorientation, so that I can not help but be attached to the lemon flower carefully scrutinized, looking at a flower and five leaves of pure white, the birth of a tender yellow, some also traced a fine purple piping, so that the sweetness of the flowers into my chest and abdomen.
13, that the most beautiful petals are soft, that the greenest grassland is soft, that the most vast sea is soft, that the boundless sky is soft, that fly freely in the sky clouds, the most soft! The softness of our hearts can be more beautiful than the petals of a flower, more green than the grass, more vast than the ocean, more boundless than the sky, and more self-contained than the clouds; softness is the most powerful and the most constant. And let us in the humble wet sludge on earth, open up the soft and pure lotus of wisdom!
14, every time I travel, I always carry a bottle of soil and water from my hometown, sometimes in the guest house of the hostel, the bottle of soil and water out of the scrutiny, I feel that the gray and black soil and water is very beautiful, full of power. Hometown soil and water to give birth to us, so that we grow into a man of the world, even if drifting thousands of miles, in the lonely foreign night, but also can be full of tenderness and strong feelings. That bottle of water and soil not only has the love of the hometown, and mom's blessing, this blessing is long and distant, has been caring for me.
15, sometimes, walking in the dark night, the street into a thin alley, that kind of cool and rustic meticulousness will be violently rising, and then want to dance sword want to dance into the sword flower, this kind of feelings once risen, along with the moon under the shadow of a single has been long to the far away, stop can not be stopped, but the end of the night will be found in the bag has been lost in the cluster of the sword, any is the heroism of the dry clouds, no one in the empty alleys! Inside the silent silence in the bleak night, that is to call the wind and rain hand raised, at most only an ineffective gesture it.
16, when it rains, I often pray like this: I wish that the world's tears, will not fall like the rain in the sky as pouring. Wish the rain in the sky, will not fall as earthly tears so dirty. May everyone have the umbrella of sunshine to withstand the storms of life. May everyone become clear and pure by the cleansing of the rain. A person whose wisdom blossoms will have his fragrance permeate the entire world and will not be limited by the scope of the season. One who carries out the qualities of precepts, determination and wisdom through the inner being can waft the fragrance of his personality even in adversity, O!
17, love separation, although impermanent, but also make us realize the heart of nature, know that impermanence has its beauty, think about this world, why most people like real flowers, do not love plastic flowers? Because real flowers shrivel up and fall, which is dear to the heart. On the shores of the cycle of life and death, we cherish goodbye, but can not not goodbye, this is the biggest predicament of man, however, life is time, both can not be reversed, rather than fall and resent the stone, it is better to walk from today to look at the feet, rather than being yesterday irreplaceable love separation torment, it is better to return to the present.
18, I am full of sadness to leave the flag mountain stream, but also as if it is from the memory of the departure, the original still remains in the memory of the beauty, now also disappeared. The taro fields that sprouted from the wet soil, shriveled up. The banana plantations swaying in the breeze have collapsed. The coconut trees that stood in the fields have fallen apart. Even the light blue petunias, which have never been fussy about their surroundings, lose their color and bloom smaller and smaller, eventually melting away! Listen carefully, as long as there is still a trace of heart, and you will hear the whimpering of the river! Listen carefully, as long as there is still a trace of conscience, you will hear the sighing of the land! Even if the person who dumped the poisonous water is shot a thousand times, it will never be able to restore the old view of the river and the land.
19 His love, his charm, his happiness, have equivalents, in all the places he has never been, where he will never go, where he will never meet strangers. At dusk, though floating with a smile like an apprentice, he is the literate wayfarer, determined to say goodbye, when the bread comes out of the oven. The song of the birds is a surprise to the morning boughs. The first rays of light hesitate between bitter curses and magnificent love. Be grateful to the one who cares nothing for your load of blame; you are not equal to him. Just be humble to love. If you die, you still have love. If we live in the splendor of lightning, that is the eternal heart.
20, the creators do not have to boast, do not have to be presumptuous, the painter left the color to the earth, musicians leave the sound to the earth, writers leave the words to the earth because the earth is not deceived, the earth is not selfless, we can be sincere spit out, it is worth a lifetime of strength to complete. In our hearts, there are bound to be some things can transcend the limitations, penetrate the life and death, just like the stars and moon in the sky that ignite the night, those transcendence and penetration, although from the personal feelings, but if not echoed by the earth, not with the transfer of seasonal harmony, not with the sunrise and the moon sinking into, like that rose cut branch, in the movement of the moment of shear, the rose is already dead.
21, the beautiful creation is not a rose pruning, but to go into the field to see those blooming roses, if you can catch a glimpse of the soul of the rose, the rose in the heart of the heart will never thank you, and will always remain fragrant. If you can catch a glimpse of the essence of the rose, the rose will never give up in your heart and will always smell good. If you put your brush and ink into shape on a certain spring day, the rose will transcend limitations and penetrate life and death! The plum blossoms by the ink slab are the very plum blossoms of the earth. The light ink marks are the very soul of the plum blossoms left on the earth! We are not serene because we are incomplete. We are incomplete because we have trapped ourselves alone. If we open up a little bit of spirit with the earth, we get out of the isolation, we are complete, and we are serene, at least, in the moment of creation.
22, occasionally walking on the sidewalk, suddenly see the street stretching out, in the far, far away, a round of sunset is hanging at the end of the street, then I would like to think that such a beautiful sunset is really a sign of the day is about to end. Occasionally walking on a certain road, see the kapok leaves fall out of the dead branches, dark brown lonely standing edge, there is a kind of depressed posture, then I will think, kapok and fall, life to see the beautiful kapok open and how many times? Occasionally sit in the roadside coffee house, look at the green light, a plainly dressed old woman, holding a small granddaughter as gorgeous as spring flowers, hurriedly crossing the road, then I will think, that old woman was once a flower of a beautiful girl, and the girl will one day become an old woman holding her granddaughter.
23, we cried to the world, played a variety of different roles, performed a variety of false script, and finally cried to leave the world. Every day I finished the twilight walk, will return home, I will touch the sunset hair with a grateful mood, say some praise and gratitude. I am thankful for the shortcomings of this world, so that we are alert not to fall. Grateful for the pollution of this city, so that we have the wisdom to pursue clarity. Grateful for the seemingly ignorant flowers and trees that enable us to recognize ourselves profoundly. Even if the living conditions can only be like animals, people should not live as animals lose human sentience, calm, gentleness and dignity, in the midst of China's successive sorrows and sufferings, the reason why the Chinese people have not lost their essence, is really from this simple idea: people live, to be like a person!
24, I accompanied a lotus grower in his lotus field shuttle, see him walk in the lotus field covers an area of one a, and narrated to me how a lotus seed, how to irrigate, how to grow up, how to harvest, how to avoid the wind, waiting for next year's harvest, feel that one of the most ordinary things in the world may be difficult for us to know, even if the tiny lotus, the Department of the University of a set of questions of life. I am standing on the lotus field, looking at the lotus seed. I stood on the lotus field, look at the sunlight irradiation of the lotus field, remembered to stay in the residual lotus listening to the sound of the rain, I'm afraid it is difficult to enjoy the realm of the lotus people, because the lotus residual time, they have to be planted again. The lotus leaves in the field are sitting in a knot, standing also stacked into a piece, intertwined in the field. We use some empty spirit of poetry to celebrate the beauty of the lotus leaves He Tian Tian, never as good as planting lotus people with their years and blood and sweat in the lotus leaves to write poems, right!
25. Do you also know the truth about the flowing water and the moon? The water keeps on flowing, but it doesn't really disappear; the moon is full and short, but it doesn't wax and wane at all. From the point of view of change, heaven and earth change with every blink of an eye; from the point of view of constancy, all things and I are infinite. Between change and unchangeableness, there are sentiments of sadness, sentiments of loss, and sentiments of grief, all of which are born of change. But if the eyes are as big as the moon and the sky, are not sadness, loss, and grief just shells on the seashore? The shell is dead, but it leaves behind its shape, color and beauty. This is somewhat like what the Zen master said: heart as hot as fire, eyes as cold as ash, to everything in life, my heart is always passionate, close, watching, feeling, but to be turned into words, it seems that there is a pair of eyes of calm observation, backward, flying far away, and plainly come back to look at all this.
26, I believe in numerology, but I do not believe in the foot of the bed nailed four coins can guarantee marital bliss and grow old together. I believe in feng shui, but I do not believe that hanging a wind chime, set up a fish tank can make a person's fortune, officialdom. I believe that there are some mysterious correspondences between people and their environment, but I don't believe that a person can make a thing succeed or fail by first crossing his left or right foot when walking. I believe that besides human beings, there are countless other beings in this world who live with us***, but I don't believe that burning incense and worshiping will make everything safe and peaceful every year. I believe that there are incredible karmic connections between people and the earth, but I don't believe that good karma can ripen without any effort. I believe that reincarnation, cause and effect, and karma can elevate or degrade a person, but I don't believe that with the help of a stranger's fortune-telling and change of fortune, we can be elevated or degraded.
27. We gaze, listen, and meditate in the reality of life, which causes us to look, listen, stop, and move forward again, marching at a floating level. Often we see when we close our eyes and our forms and colors are hidden. It's when words fall silent, when rhetoric is poor and sentences are meditative, that they are heard. It is only when we pour our thoughts into emptiness, in thoughtlessness, that they become clear. Sentiment in the absence of sentiment, separation at the time of meeting, the extraordinary within the ordinary, yikes! What river does not find its way through mountains of obstruction? If the ideal love is a river, it will be free to find its way in the valley; if the heart echoes with the heart, it will be like a sword hanging in the treetops, found by the fated. Life is complicated and tedious. Creation is simple and great. Looking at life from creation, don't get caught up in the river, but always think about the scenery by the river. From life to creation, do not catch the sky, to really become the sky.
28, if the picture is changed, we see a clear stream, flowing through the valley, there is a long reed on the side of the stream, a beautiful purple dragonfly, I don't know what corner of the stream from the mountains to fly, fluttering to land on the tip of the reed. If I had a camera at that time, I would have left a beautiful image immediately; if I had a pen and paper, I could have written down the momentary scene. Because the dragonfly of thoughts does not stay long, it flies away just like when it came. The rainbow makes our eyes shine because it doesn't stay for more than a quarter of an hour. It forces us to drop everything to look up to it, or else it drops us mercilessly. The flight of the soul is also like the rainbow after the rain; it does not remain for a moment, and if it is not left behind at once, it soon flies away. During his life, the poet, as long as circumstances permit, will be briefly attached to some tree, the sea, the hillside, or some colorful snow.
29, the sound of the wind chime is very beautiful, very long, I do not sound like a bell, but music. Wind chimes, is the music of the wind, so that we listen in the summer to feel cool, winter listen to feel warm. Wind has no image, no color, and no sound, but wind chimes give wind an image, a color, and a sound. For the wind, wind chimes are awareness, observation and touch. Every time I listen to the wind chimes and perceive the presence of the wind, I feel at that moment that our life flows by like the wind and is almost impossible to grasp. Therefore, we need the wind chimes in our hearts to be aware of the flow of life, to observe the content of life, and to be touched by the accidental meeting between life and life. With wind chimes, the wind blows by and leaves behind a beautiful sound. With the wind chimes of the heart, even though life passes by, it leaves behind moving traces. Every time the wind rises, every step of the years, will be so real.
30, I especially like butterflies, moths, dragonflies and damselflies, they seem to be so dashing and free, with thin and beautiful wings. But I can not bear to kill them, only in the grassy slopes and woods looking for just dead, there are a variety of eyes color butterfly wings and transparent dragonfly wings, carefully clamped and pasted in their own thick paper thin. For a while, I found that the Yellow Butterfly Cui Valley in Mino always gathered thousands of butterflies, and every time I went there, I could pick up beautiful butterfly wings. Memory is unreliable and forgetting can be beautiful. Literary scholars are different from scientists. Literary scholars do not go in search of magic potions to increase memory, but let memories stay naturally, written down in words or engraved on a heart plate, ready for chance encounters. Having met with beauty ten years ago, there is twice as much beauty, and having met with goodness twenty years ago, there is twice as much goodness. The first time I met with beauty, I was a young and uninformed teenager, and beauty would meet me, nodding, smiling, staggering, like wings flying into the flowers and escaping into the sky. Years later, we have known the grass outside the door, tasted the sweet breath, listened to the sound of deep sighs, walked through the darkness of the long road lit lights, and then met with the United States, the heart of the fire was lit.
Early winter sentences1. Early winter, in the evening, strolling in the supermarket, walking through the store, a wide range of goods, new and stylish clothing, slowing down the pace of people walking.
2. Early winter, cycling or walking on the way to work, Fengming Square charming dance, light melody, everywhere reveals a healthy smile.
3. Early winter, looking at the sparse leaves of the orchard, thinking of fruit farmers full cellar to be sold fruit, the confusion of the fall suddenly attacked the heart.
4. Early winter, like a beautiful, noble, reserved princess, dancing her magical veil, sending gusts of cold wind.
5. Early winter, the piece of maple leaves are red, a wind blew, the leaves are like some flower petals seem to float down confused fall with a little sadness and helplessness was serene endeavor.
6. The morning of spring is warm, the morning of summer is warm, the morning of autumn is serene, then winter?
7. Winter, mixed with the confusion of autumn came to the countryside, sailed into the city, into the side of you and me.
8. Winter, the last of the four seasons of the year, the most omen next year's season,
9. Winter is here, the cold front also came, goose feather-like snow flying in the sky, the whole world put on a white coat.
10. In winter I often hold a handful of sunshine and then loosen my fingers to see the sunshine like gold sprinkled on the ground I don't have gold only sunshine I have gold like sunshine more sunshine like gold baby my gold
11. Winter has not yet arrived, but the weather is already too cold. The winds are blowing the trees to the east and the lowest temperature has dropped to below zero. At night I slept in my bed and heard the wind whistling outside, as if a tiger was roaring.
12. Just after 4:00 p.m., the sun had already withdrawn its pale light, as if it was also afraid of the cold, and hid in the clouds as thick as a cotton tire.
13. Cold winter days, snow blocking the windows, ice skates like translucent crystal pillars, hanging in rows on the eaves.
14. Cold winter, the river changed the previous lively, seems quiet asleep.
15. Dusk snow, deep cuts, as if there are a thousand emotions, and like the sea is generally surging, able to drown everything, there is a hint of unveiling the hidden head and tail like a sense of nakedness.
16. The cold wind whistled. Bare trees, like a bald old man, can not stand the attack of the northwest wind, shivering in the cold wind.
17.In mid-winter, the north wind is bitterly cold, the silver-gray clouds are rushing and galloping in the sky, and the cold stream is rolling, and a big snow is brewing.
18. Autumn wind sweeping leaves, cold flying snowflakes, the footsteps of time in a hurry, in the blink of an eye, winter is here!
19. Ten winter days, snow blocking the windows, ice skates like small columns of translucent crystal, hanging in rows on the eaves.
20. I love the snow, I love the snow scene, I love winter more. Winter is the year of the soul. Winter, although very cold, but it has an incomparable warmth and hope.
21. It's snowing, a piece of snowflakes fall from the sky, and in a short while, the ground, the trees, and the roofs of the houses all turn white.
22. After the snow, the sheer white snow decorating the world, agar branches and jade leaves, powdered jade masonry, white color, really a school of snow in the year of joyful scenes.
23. Snowflakes form thousands, crystal bright, like a warrior on the march, wearing silver armor, but also like a piece of white sails in the voyage.
24. The scenery in the snow is magnificent, the sky and the earth are one color, you can only see a piece of silver, as if the whole world is decorated with silver.
25. A thin layer of white snow, like a huge blanket of soft wool, covering the pick in the desert wilderness, glittering with cold silver.
26. There are four seasons in a year, each season has a different scenery, and I like the winter snow when the magnificent scenery. In winter, the snow people seem to come to a quiet and elegant realm, to a crystal clear fairy tale world.
27. In the morning, the roofs of the village, the straw stacks and fences, the wooden shed of the tractor station, all covered with snow. The pine forests and bamboo groves on the mountains are draped in white snow. The trunks and branches of the tall maple and wild persimmon trees were draped in white snow.
28. That winter, the ground was frozen and cracked, the little north wind blew hard like a knife, and snow filled the sky.
29. It was early winter, the forest leaves, dead branches, thickly spread a ground, feet step on, soft.
Sayings about early winter1. Early winter, like a beautiful, noble and reserved princess, dances her magical veil and sends gusts of bitterly cold wind.
2. There are no flowers in bloom in this season, only leaves fall, walk on the ground in this early winter, feel the silk of the thin cool.
3. This weekend it rained, a little disappointed, and even the cold chill of early winter was aggravated by the rain.
4. A long time to come to the moment to say just a few words, one is the conversion of early fall to early winter, the cold air to come quickly, at this moment to reveal the ten fingers of the keyboard hands have felt cold, revealing the fine ankles of the popular rolled pants jeans are still not reluctant to change down, a seat of thin woolen blankets have been added to the light down quilt, the morning is already cold and difficult to get up.
5. That early winter, that parting, that year crying to hysteria ......
6. red dust charming, soft water love Lan. That piece of warm heart sea, there is love obsession. After the beauty of the fall, at this moment just to understand the appearance of the early winter.
7. Because in the early winter evening, tilting your head can see the dense pink sunset and blue to almost clear sky.
8. In this cold wind cool early winter, I shed all the idle worry, low brow listening to the wind.
9. Autumn is still thick, out of the blue early winter has come. The sunlight outside the window irradiated eyes a little blinding, stand in front of the window, looking up at the vast sky, green wind cool.
10. An early winter season, I know you, so beautiful, so hazy. A place to think of the season, I was separated from you, so quiet, stop and go.
11. early winter, there is no bright colors, the air is too cold, but I still see her in the wind in the delicate fluttering, as well as her thousands of flavors ......
12. early winter moonlight through the cold glass mottled the floor, mottled the years, a piece of slightly cold and secluded moonlight sprinkled on the body in the mottled The floor projected a complete shadow and my relative speechless, I just sit alone in the moonlight, the night is as cool as water.
13. Favorite early winter sunshine under the leaves, even if it is facing the end of life, but also with a brilliant golden yellow to replace the heart of the strand of loneliness, with the wind to dance in the delicate figure to interpret the next year's spring blossoms, buds of the new hair of the expectations.
14. A cup of coffee, a book, a sunny weekend afternoon in early winter!
15. Early winter morning, misty, strolling in the campus, I found that I have long since ceased to be young!
16. Every day is a new adventure. I saw the early winter morning, the falling wood dash, the stars scattered.
17. In the early winter you gave me a candy, I ate the candy, and the candy paper I left the whole winter!
18. The afternoon sun is so fierce and lively, even if it is now early winter, the sun shines warmly.
19. When the cold wind blew through the dormitory's old windows, the yellow grass was covered with the white frost of the early winter, whether your heart is also a trace of a slight cold.
20. In the rapids of life and the world, he will inevitably be like the last dead leaf that drifts down from the tree in early winter, fluttering alone and aimlessly in the westerly wind.
21. The process is so beautiful, but why, the end of the story, but write all the vicissitudes of the human world, pain in the heart. Only left me a person lonely figure, in this early winter cold night licking the lonely sorrow you give ......
22. Today is really some cold, outside the window scraping the biting north wind, the ground look full of: fallen leaves, a vicissitude of the winter scene, yes, early winter.
23. Early winter, the night, very deep, but also very quiet. A person lying in bed, put on the headphones, listening to those familiar sentimental tunes.