At a time when you can't help but notice that spring, summer, autumn and winter, the seasons change, those brilliant and beautiful, like a flash in the pan, came and went, accomplishing the mission once and for all, leaving behind a scene of affectionate encounters.
The day is slightly cooler, people are a little frustrated, the most is that the fall let people have some flaws. Red, yellow, green, blue and purple, have or lose is the longest confession.
When the winds of this season give me the chills on the heart, I wear a short coat, shorts, goose bumps are not telling me that, despite the love for it, summer is finally gone.
Autumn came with a deep feeling, to come back next summer, it has been another spring, summer, fall and winter in the cycle of a wisp.
Autumn wind charm, people intoxicated, everything is abundant, who is pleased?
I think it must be last year's autumn wind, still expect to meet, so that at this moment at this time, I'm a bit of a trance.
Those sky high clouds, wind light charm, have swept through the city's sky.
The sky will still be blue, the temperature is still warm, but the season is like a person's life, from childhood to old age, to complete a cycle like, in the middle of the rise, smooth, low, and set sail again.
Autumn, in many poets' poems, that is some cold, in fact, not. It has the joy of harvest, the exclamation of maturity, and the sense of relief after completing the mission.
Even though the love of the time, but let go of the longing is a kind of Da Ran, a kind of happiness.
The chirping of the birds seems to be light, and the cicadas are gradually completing their mission, one by one.
The sun and the moon chasing the shadow also gradually at any time light heading changed, they seem to be all corners of the world to reflect the original dream.
We look forward to the spring, fanning the summer, dancing lightly in the fall, sweeping the winter, from the beginning to the end, that obsession is touched, but also faith.
Autumn need not be sentimental, because it has its own sun and light.
The breeze swept by, the autumn leaves rustling, a into the red dust must be happy.
Autumn is thick, deep love, how many past events have been with the wind.
The past is like a dream, no matter how much you want to grab or want to let go, it's not the same as before.
Deep love, smile charm like flowers, so go through the years not to return, and then return is not the former appearance.
People's feelings such as this, like the flow of spring, summer, autumn and winter, perhaps to the fall, it is the blossoming of the fruit harvest season, perhaps as a piece of fallen leaves, with its other destination.
But how about that? Or perhaps, this is a should be the reincarnation of it.
There is nothing I can do about it, but I'm not sure if I can do anything about it.
A kind of sentiment, is frank or nostalgic, but that is already we can not get to the former, can not go back to the past.
Or, even if you go back to that time, it will be that choice, or that choice.
Flowers bloom and fall, the tide comes and goes, a cycle, a light, a period of eternity.
No matter what it looks like, or what it used to look like, let it smile in the dream if it is good, and wave goodbye to the bad, and then sleep in the shadowless dream!
The sky is still so blue, the world is still so bright, and we spend our lives doing things related to the seasons in each season, and then shine in our own sky!
Author: Elite years, like the warmth and beautiful sentences, although the food of the world, but like simple and carefree!