The human heart is like a falling leaf, a lifetime of falling, a falling lifetime. The lighter the heart, the less harm it will do, what can hurt you is often their own thinking, how wide the heart, how much joy there is, what can disturb you is often their own too much care. God gave us a heart, not for torment, but for happiness. God gave us a life, not for hard, but for feeling. Life is short, don't treat yourself short, the years are not long, don't put yourself guilty. The food and drink, do not put the broken things to the heart, the play the music, remember to live well.
People's hearts like falling leaves said
A, the wind said, but it is a guest who brushed the branches, things go into memory, people go as shuttle. The human heart is like the fall, there are always some fallen leaves and floating dust, warm and cold in the fingertips wandering, as floating clouds and smoke. Spring Theodore rain shuttle in the burgeoning, in the cold and warm between the tenderness, in the bloom and fall in the death of disease. Thought the rain, but the sunny days, thought the water warm, but still encounter cold. Life, there are always unexpected surprises, but also unexpected bad luck. Grasp the scale, do not indulge in dreams, the sadness to time, precipitation after the years must be clear
Second, the human heart such as falling leaves, the maturity of the person is not the age, but the mentality, the maturity of the heart is not the things encountered more than the attitude towards things.
Third, the human heart is like a falling leaf, a lifetime of falling, a falling lifetime.
Fourth, what people are considered smart, I think every day to earn bread and milk, understand scrimping and saving, when you have difficulties do not need to run around, understand the hearts of people such as the cold of winter, the fall like the falling leaves of the wind over the relentless.
Fifth, fall like falling leaves, as if the human heart is cold, full of depression.
Sixth, the human heart is like a falling leaf, a lifetime of fall, a fall of a lifetime, every season of light flow, there are shoots hanging in the branches, the human heart is a container, often refreshing, often empty.
Seventh, away from the hearts of the people on the fall, the leaves fall more than parting.
VIII. The human heart is like a falling leaf, and there you are, you are like the wind.
Nine, the autumn wind sweeps the leaves, the heart of the people like water cool.
Tenth, the human heart, very susceptible to external influences, the heart, such as a falling leaf, always by the wind of the environment, blowing away; when things are going well, the hearts of the people safe and happy, when things are going wrong, the hearts of the people are worried.
eleven, if the flowers bloom, is a kind of happiness in tears; then, the flowers fall, should be a kind of melancholy touched; hearts such as falling leaves, a lifetime, a fall, a fall of a lifetime; do not easily move the heart, do not move, not hurt; many times, perhaps the only indifference is to their own best protection ... \
twelve, life as a falling leaf, the heart is not a day of cool, the heart is not a day of bitter, cumulative more, only to know the bitterness, cumulative less, only to know the rights and wrongs and sadness.
xiii, the heart of the people like falling leaves worry about this root, not pick up the natural nothing; confusion this source, not study since easy. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to look at your own mind, and then you can listen to the others and forget about them. Can interfere with you, often their own too much care, can hurt you, often their own can not think. If you are calm, no one can hate, if you do not study, no one can disturb.
XIV, the autumn wind, people's hearts dark, years like the beginning. Looking out the window at the lonesome light, withered branches and leaves with the wind, wait until we lose ourselves, will begin to understand themselves
fifteen, five hu chaotic times, life as a candle, death as a falling leaf. The people are worried and fearful. Seeking spiritual support became an inevitable choice, and the prosperity of Buddhism can be found here. Buddhism is a dreamy flower, although it can not save the world, but can soothe the heart. This is enough.
XVI, September goodbye, October hello, the golden autumn, Jin Gui fragrance, is already in the fall, the hearts of people like falling leaves.
seventeen, many sad story is from the beginning and to the end of this season to walk through the hearts of the people born melancholy: again is the leaves of the season as in this season of the leaves; from the life of the thick green to gradually withered
eighteen, the drunken beauty of the month of June, walking in the red dust, laughing at the floating world. There is a kind of heartache, called I am not afraid of being alone. With time whispering. Time left behind, not wealth, but the state of mind; not beautiful, but sincere. The south wind knows my intention, the good man has not yet returned. There is always some time to be in the past, only to find that it has been deep in the memory. The human heart is like a falling leaf, not moving is not hurt.
nineteen, time left, not wealth, but state of mind; not beautiful, but sincere. The south wind knows my intention, the good man has not yet returned. There are always some time to be in the past, only to find that it has been deep in the memory. The human heart is like a falling leaf; if it does not move, it will not be hurt. Don't blame others for taking you too lightly, only blame yourself for taking others too seriously.
twentieth, a rain, ultimately dizzy open the cool of autumn. The first time I saw this, I saw a lot of people who had been in a hurry, and I thought it would be a good idea for me to go back to my old life.
Second, the silver candle autumn light cold painting screen light Luo small fan puffing firefly sky steps night is as cool as water sitting to see Altair and Vega star Hello, autumn!
Third, the breakup is like the leaves in the fall, the wind blew to the ground, slowly rotting, into the soil, why I can not forget you?
Fourth, the setting sun on the leaves of the poplar, coated with a layer of red haze, poplar trees full of haze flashing, such as wearing a gorgeous yellow shirt beautiful young woman, excellent posture, rich and dignified. In the autumn wind, graceful and full of autumn colors. Bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, everything in front of me, all become golden, opulent. Autumn scenery seems to be painted a layer of color, more rich charm. Along the path back to walk, light footsteps, like in the painting in the fly, refreshing, relaxed and happy, there is a sense of transformation.
V. It was a beautiful fall day, with the smell of crisp apples in the air. The weather forecast said it would rain, but you don't even have to look at the sky, you know it won't rain today. In fact, at that moment you thought it would never rain, and it would never get cold. And the days never get shorter. It feels as if fall is eternal, always in front of us, until the end of the world.
Six: The blinding white color makes me realize what pure hurt is.
Seven, a piece of fallen leaves, a piece of injury; a piece of maple leaves, a piece of love. Pieces of maple leaves, stained red autumn. A flower a world, a leaf a RuLai, and life is only one time after all. Thank you for letting us know each other in this life. Fallen leaves in the fall, deep and shallow, mottled and mottled. Just like human memory is shallow and deep, little by little. I want to forget, can not forget; want to give up, but can not give up. We will always be together, I love you.
Eight, the falling sun and the lone overdrive fly together, the autumn water **** long sky a color.
Nine, so hot ah, hurry up and rain, want to think of a cool fall.
Tenth, the limpidity of the years people know, flowers bloom snow melting and another fall, silk has been replaced by a full white head, who knows this life a few times look back?
XI, farewell is a mood, farewell is also a decision. The geese flying south is a goodbye to the cold north; autumn leaves is a goodbye to the hot summer; rainy season is a goodbye to the drought; rainbow is a goodbye to the wind and rain; the darkness of the mountains is a goodbye to the lost; goodbye is not to forget, but to turn around, goodbye is not to give up, but to start!
twelve, the fall is so cold ah already no one will warm me
thirteen, say goodbye should not be in the fall, that is our first meeting, after how many days and how many years to get used to you are not on my side.
Fourteen, the spirit of the autumn equinox, don't forget to add clothes in the morning and evening, the autumn harvest busy attention to the body, fruitful harvest smile to welcome, busy to moderate, friends blessing to remember the heart, I wish you every day happy happy!
XV: Walking in the streets of autumn, the heart added a few points of melancholy and despair, look up to the sky, the sun is like blood, look down to see the ground, full of yellow leaves, autumn, really a sad season.
XVI, the sky is very high in the fall, as if Pangu is still holding up the sky and the earth; the sky is so blue, as if there is a painter in the sky coated with blue pigment.
seventeen, spring water, spring forest, spring breeze, not as good as you. The autumn wind and leaves, autumn rain, sadness on the autumn, only for you.
XVIII, rain heartbreak, wind tears, dream lingering, love far away.
nineteen, autumn, daytime you hide your sadness, pain, let us enjoy your beauty, let us feel happy, and night, you release your true emotions, secretly crying, miserable wind and rain is still mercilessly tormenting you, beat you. And people pay no attention.
XX, you ask I love you worth more than worth, in fact, you should know, love is not to ask whether it is worth.
Twenty-one, grab the fall grab the fall, do not grab on the loss. The first thing you need to do is to go back to your home and make a drink. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Thinking of you in the autumn cold, Gan for the brocade crepe. Thinking of you in other places, forgetting your worries. The geese are in the air, and they're not going to be able to get back.
Twenty-two, the dream is not realized in the autumn has been deep, the remaining love is not for others.
Twenty-three, there is a feeling of autumn, blue sky and white clouds look at the mood
Twenty-four, today's autumn than in previous years are more autumn, it has been raining and blowing the wind, and my heart is as cool as the cool whoosh, for the beginning of my school more added a sadness
Twenty-five, in the autumn, in the wake of a tense harvest, in the blink of an eye, everything faded, a vast expanse of land pale yellow bare. I'm not going to be able to do that.
Twenty-six, the autumn wind and wine, from now on into the late autumn.
Twenty-seven, a smooth sailing autumn wind, two wang autumn wave to you, three layers of autumn rain to send refreshing to, four times only the autumn equinox happy. The fall equinox comes to good weather, good luck to find you. I wish you, my dear, good health, good career, and happy autumn equinox.
Twenty-eight, it's raining, go out is a melancholy thing, the fall is a melancholy season, but nowadays life does not allow me to be so sad, I still less sentimental, go out and earn money.
Twenty-nine, some people say that the fall is a harvest season, then this year's fall, I harvest is helpless and lonely.
Thirty, ask the sky what season is the busiest? Autumn, the eventful autumn; What season is the most fair? Autumn, what season is the longest? Autumn, the high season; What season is the most dangerous? Autumn is the time to settle scores; What is the most ambiguous season? I wish you all a happy and fruitful fall! I wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day!
Thirty-one, breakfast was finished, and it was raining heavily. With the breath of autumn. The first time I saw it, it was a little cooler and cooler.
Thirty-two, since the flying flowers light as a dream, boundless silk rain as fine as sorrow.
Sayings about the falling leaves
I have a sense of redundancy of these falling leaves, I do not know what accidents, passing by them, the wind is very big, but it is not cold, but also soft and soft, there is like a summer seaside.
Sayings about the falling leaves
A. Autumn wind, falling leaves, swept away the gloom and arrived early. Fortunately, it is not very cold, but this heart lacks temperature. This wild field, the old and new, but also meet the demand, it is supposed to play, too serious, it is tired.
Second, the fall leaves all over the place! Unconsciously in the late fall! This year and so fast on the past, surrounded by people come and go, this is life! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few minutes!
Third, sighing years, chanting the vicissitudes of life, the original fall of the fall of the fall, confluence of the summer injury has become an eternal frame, can not see through is always like smoke of the red dust. 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. Don't say forever, how far is forever? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the right equipment and then you're ready to go.
Fourth, finally have a leisure morning. Missed the fragrance of osmanthus, picking up the last golden autumn leaves, sweet air. I'm coming.
V. The beauty of autumn. Fallen leaves at the end is still showing their beauty, do their best to fulfill the duties of this life.
VI. Autumn burglary, a falling leaf on the windowsill. Following the clues, the fall was arrested. And I still do not know what I lost in the fall.
Seven, falling leaves, late fall. Winter is not far away, are you ready?
viii. Her dress was the pale ochre of falling leaves in the fall, with pale ochre bulbs of flowers dangling from her shoulders in a perpetual pose of floating fall.
Nine, cold wood by the stream stand alone, frost sends fallen leaves back to the dust road. The boat is on the water, a piece of the river near the evening sky. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to say. I'm not sure where I'm going to be able to find a place to go tomorrow," he said.
ten, preferring the forest path, there is sunlight through the clothes were glued to the point of gold, happy to see the fallen leaves piece of light dance grace, flying over the shoulder, I stumped, face up, the breeze, a beautiful arc in the side of the body of the silent scratching, fierce surprise, it seems to have struck a string, quiet, sadness roaming through the heart, at this moment, time has slowed down, I'm already integrated into the you, such as a bird skimming over the branches, popping down a burst of rain, and the wind is not a good thing, but it's a great thing. 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. In front of my eyes, is a curtain dream, half a volume of idle worry. In the ear, is a vein of stream in the mountains. Around the moss scarred stone wall, slowly flowing out of the ethereal rhythm. Time, just like this fainted in the bottom of the eyes, thoughts, and climbed up the wall of the heart, remembering the beauty of the first acquaintance. The day is cool, I am in the fall of the leaves piled up in the autumn wind, said: life is so beautiful and short.
twelve, Xiaoxiao, another season of autumn cool, Shaohua flew away, with the flowers thank you, with the moon bend. The life has tangled knot, but in the falling leaves in the frank.
13, autumn, like a pure and gentle woman, immobile through the gaps in time, stained the season's brow. With a calm heart, looking for a clear and peaceful as autumn, only to find that life is like a falling leaf in a hurry, a Dai distant mountains, a river of autumn water, a few traces of the river islet, floating a fall, a number of egrets and sand gulls, the autumn has been thick.
XIV, a piece, two, three pieces of fallen leaves with their own last strength, their own nutritional return to Mother Earth!
fifteen, the autumn wind sweeps unscrupulously still fondly do not want to break away from the branches of the leaves, into the late fall, the tree can not stay leaf fall, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the autumn wind sweeps down the leaves of the bleakness is not the wind wants, all the seasonal changes is also the gift that nature gives us, there is a saying that should be in accordance with the will of God, how to live up to this every day is not the same as the experience, cherish it! The day also turned cold, remember to add clothes, to prevent colds!
XVI, get up early to see the red leaves, just out of the door, I saw this scene, the wind, falling leaves, so beautiful, surprise!
XVII, raised his head, he saw, the wind fluttering in the falling leaves.
xviii. The flavor of autumn, from the autumn wind to the falling leaves.
nineteen, has also agreed with those clichéd reasoning, love should not count the return, do not ask whether it is worth it, wholeheartedly devoted to the good, nothing to run to you on the good, love is good. Holding such a heart all the way to the present is still so insisted on, see the beautiful sunset think of you, see the leaves along the river think of you, see the surging tide of people think of you.
Twenty, haha, today the wind is particularly strong, see a man parked in the tree under the car, sweeping the leaves on the roof, the leaves fall on one side, he was sweeping on the other side, slow and easy. Fun, feel the spirit of a Sisyphus
Twenty-one, to frost cold, fallen leaves paved path, and you just like the red maple leaves, see a glance, then love.
Twenty-two, the fall of Yingze Park is really great, beautiful, has won those scenic spots, looking at the sun under the slanting sun with the wind falling leaves, suddenly have a kind of years gone feeling, from the first time to come to the curiosity, sigh, to the second, the third, the fourth time, each time seems to be the age of the record, and this time, I've already been married and pregnant with babies, the time time time
Twenty-three, after the cold dew, flowers fall leaves yellow, wantonly decorated with the autumn light, is another year to climb the day. Every year, the first nine days of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, is the Chongyang Festival, two nine phase, known as the heavy nine.
Twenty-four, I would like to go out to feel the fall, but the time, place, people and the same did not account for the results of the work on the road to see, but also to feel what the fall ah, a land of fallen leaves.
Twenty-five, the morning, the wind is very strong, the rain mixed with falling leaves came, adding a touch of autumn cool, the rear of the two colleagues to talk about the family, only to feel annoyed, and hurriedly line a few steps, it is clear that life is but a joke, to avoid the night of the wine, but not to avoid the streets of the four nobody.
Twenty-six, last night, a night of autumn wind, today full of leaves, autumn really came
Twenty-seven, the autumn wind scattered leaves, no haze of another city.
Twenty-eight, this morning's fallen leaves are really nice, who said that even the bottom of the foot stepped on the fallen leaves are the sound of heartbreak.
Twenty-nine, this is the memory of the fall, the autumn wind, leaves, and the sun so that the weekend morning really do not want to stay in bed more do not want to work.
Thirty years ago, I was in the suburbs of Beijing, often walking home in the fall, the road is too long to walk. My heart is tight, I do not know where to go, I do not know what to do after the road. The roadside is full of tall poplars, the wind passing by countless fallen leaves like a golden rain from the top of the sky floating down. The wind whistled, sometimes tight and sometimes loose. The wind blew out the fallen leaves in the ditch, like a golden tide surging across the road. I walked alone, not seeing a single person before or after me. Suddenly, my heart began to loosen. As I walked, I felt that I was going to fall headfirst into the blue sky, and the fallen leaves on both sides seemed like the golden gates of heaven. My heart swam and some verses came to me. In this very moment, I was relieved of all suffering and returned to existence itself.
Thirty-one, no matter how hard you try today, tomorrow's falling leaves will still float down, there are a lot of things in the world can not be in advance, live in the present, positive enhancement.
Thirty-two, no wonder the ancients seldom sing the praises of autumn, most of them are in the fall to write the sad, watching the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, does give a person a sense of vicissitudes.
Autumn leaves of the state of mind to say
1. Autumn wind rustling through, rolled up a piece of fallen leaves. Fluttering, fluttering initially a yellow leaf finally fixed in the corner of my eye deep, gradually dispersed, gradually become smaller, and eventually faded away. In front of my eyes, I can see the scene of the past.
2. Spring Yanyan, young leaves spitting green, they are like reborn babies, tender and new, they are happy to start their life path, which is a pleasant prelude to it; summer leisurely, leaves with quiet green, quietly savoring the joy of life, which is beautiful and long body it; autumn long, leaves peacefully fall on the ground, that is their final destination, life on this! End, this is a euphemism and sad prologue. Perhaps its dream was once disillusioned, but it did not have the slightest sadness, it smiled as before.
3. Yellowed leaves, one, two, lightly floating down on the water, like a number of small boats, gradually swing away with the wind.
4. In the fall, in the beautiful melody of autumn thoughts, the strings of life in the strumming of every life of the fallen leaves, sometimes like a stormy tilt of the earth, falling golden piece of beautiful satin, paved with the journey of life to and fro, and sometimes as ethereal as a gauze of the dream of the woman, quietly high, do not want to go to wake up awakening of the earth, quietly come, dance gently drifting away in the direction of the wind. Precipitation, melting the loneliness, the shadow of the uncertainty.
5. The earth put on a golden-yellow sweater, withered yellow Yang tree leaves and colorful maple leaves floating down, as if a few black butterflies fluttering in the air. Although the frost is coming, but the grandpa pine is still wearing a turquoise green robe, looks more and more verdant. In the garden, chrysanthemums compete for color, red as fire, pink as Xia, white as snow, beautiful. Persimmon tree leaves all fell, but the yellow persimmons are still hanging in the finger, like a large and small orange lanterns, red unity of the begonias to the branches of the tree are pressed.
6. Looking at the yellow leaves, seems to understand what. In this watery years, suddenly realized, I wasted how much time. Until now, the party as a dream to wake up. Trance walked through so many years, the pursuit of what is the end? Laugh at me too stupid, how many years, ask the sky what I pursue, the sky also did not return. Laugh at me too stupid, how many years, for a dream, the pursuit of persistence, looking back, everything is also no success. I also laugh at the poor words, no words to reach the heart of sadness. In order to a happy ending, stormy walk through so many years. Looking back, the memory has long been fuzzy, everything is like the maple leaves fall one by one. Once again, I opened the window of my heart and walked through the long road, which is far away from us.
7. Autumn with the sound of falling leaves came, the night as novel as dewdrops. The sky withdraws a soft light, contour and misty, so that one would like to hear a burst of high-flying larks singing, just as looking at the blue sea want to see a white sail. The rising sun is the wing of work, and as it flies away there is a moment of extreme splendor unfolding. So twilight.
8. That fall, the heart with the autumn wind shivering, the heart of the matter like falling leaves like luxuriant buried, everything faded in that misty autumn.
9. Standing on the bridge, the autumn wind with its cold hands touching me, at this moment I am afraid that the closest to me as long as it! Ice-cold wind blowing everything, trees, grass, flowers. With their perseverance to resist, success will swing them both strong and cowardly body, they danced, the river also clattered accompaniment, everything is cheerful, everything is pessimistic.
10. The falling leaves go by in a hurry. But I can't imagine the threshold of life stopping initially, what is ultimately in front of it. But I think every tree of life approaching it, will be the initial moment to flutter the initial leaf.
11. The leaves swayed in the wind. Suddenly, a leaf without paying attention, was blown by the wind out of the embrace of the tree, in the air quietly circling back and forth, quietly fluttering in the wind, like a dying butterfly fluttering in the air, and initially in a beautiful arc rustling down to the ground. At that moment, the heart strings were shaken, so this is the way it chose to face death, even if it came to the end of life, but also to show its most beautiful side, do not want to part with any regrets.
12. Walking alone in the courtyard, stepping into the shade of a tree, under the foot of the rustling sound, like the whisper of life. Autumn wind, playing the mournful string rhyme. The sky is high in the clouds, rubbing past a group of geese shadow. Suddenly, a fallen leaf broke into my field of vision, quietly brushed my cheek, quietly spinning in the autumn wind, gradually falling into the air. I slowly reached out my palm and let it float into my hand.
13. Early autumn leaves are just a little yellow, but once began to foreshadow will be drifting, but also foreshadowed the story of some sentimental, tree autumn sound, mountain warm color, the sound of this color, are buried buried a little bit of cold, a little bit of sadness, a little bit of quiet, a little bit of dream.
14. Fallen leaves rush by. But I can not imagine the initial threshold of life stop, what is in front of it after all. But I think every tree of life approaching it, will be the first moment to flutter the first leaf.
15. Those yellowed leaves lie on the ground irregularly, the road bricks and asphalt road green face, mercilessly blocking them inside the soil. The fallen leaves are like homeless children, allowing the wind to blow them from East Street to West Street.
16. Autumn light stacked overlap again and again, the potential to sneak away from the three paths in the fall, there is no spring colorful flowers, there is no summer lush unusual green trees, there is no winter snowflakes, but there are fruitful fruit trees in the fall, to bring the joy of the people to apologize for the harvest, all around the fruits and vegetables all over the place!
17. Autumn rains beat their faces. A pile of dark gray misty clouds, low on the earth. Once it was late fall, the forest that endless woods were bare, the old trees stood gloomily, letting the brown moss cover the wrinkles on its body. The merciless fall stripped them of their beautiful clothes, and they had to stand there withered and bald.
18. Red and fiery maple leaves, people feel the beauty of autumn. Maple leaves **** the same shape like a small claw, seemingly playful. Also seems like a lifelike peacock. The small veins of the maple leaf are intertwined in an eye-catching way. The maple leaf is about 13 centimeters long, slightly wider than long, and the 3 largest claws have most of the small protruding teeth, which are very beloved. The maple leaf quietly fell on my hand, and was blown away by a gentle wind, not just to where to go to swim in the mountains. In the sunshine, the tree of red leaves red so dazzling, layers and layers, dense layers, really like a group of extinguished flames, it is waving to us in the wind, as if to show my exuberant vitality. I gazed at a piece of red-hot maple leaves, I can not help but think of Du Mu that stop sitting in the maple forest evening, frost leaves red than the February flowers of the poem. The wind is also how likeable ah!
19. Autumn wind through the habit of coolness, drilling into the closed window, caressing the cheek, bringing a few poignant feel. It is not more than the winter wind of cold cold, not more than the summer wind of hot lazy, not to mention the spring breeze of the gentle and delicate, only with a hint of coolness and silence, quietly and quietly, soak through the heart of the people.
20. Rain off and on down, sometimes drifting down drizzle, sometimes pouring rain suddenly, splashing up small beads of water, splashing wet passers-by pants feet. I lie down in front of the window, shrinking a little, muttering an autumn rain, autumn, we meet again! I went downstairs, opened my umbrella, and roamed.
21. a and wind blew, the leaves on the tree rustling, I looked up and picked up a leaf, this leaf like a small hand, the head tip of the white seems to be dripping up, eh, why the maple leaves to the fall will become red, oh, it is due to the fall of the temperature is comparatively low, destroyed the maple leaves outside the chlorophyll, chlorophyll into anthocyanin, so the maple leaves in the fall is white.