The yellow street lamps are very pale, stretching the coldness of the approaching late autumn, the leaves of the neem tree aiming at the scattered light, stepping on the point-like swaying in the

The world is a big dream, life a few degrees of autumn. The winds of the night have been sounding the corridor, look to take the frown on the temples. The wine is cheap and often worry about fewer customers, the moon is bright more by the cloud nuisance, the mid-autumn who with *** enjoy the light, put the marigold bleak north look. -Su Shi "West River Moon"

After the square dance mom behind, we hope that tomorrow will be peacefully old, dancing in the hands of the silk scarf color fan so that they smile into the flower look. Or like the agile master of Tai Chi, find a lake and mountain background, in the autumn wind blowing under the breath of meditation. What children's tuition fees, house loans; what the family's mandate, the parents of the support; what the workplace, the eyes of others, even if you can temporarily put a break, take a break, think about it, as if it is a kind of self-salvation. "The first thing you need to do is to get your eyes on the green hills, and then look in the mirror and see what's going on in the sideburns. Just saying that the old man has nothing to do, want to reach the middle age more things". A lot of things, cut and cut, but also messy, we can not be tied up in the back of the head, like a deliberate drunkenness, wake up but also strive to stand up the spine of the thin, camouflage their own lonesome weight forward, let the late fall like a picture, the sky is high, continue to look around, swim across the boat without a fight, in the fate of the vastness of the bumps in the roar of the time to go with the flow of nature in the long time as a matter of course.

Sometimes I wonder what we have left. It's not just a matter of pride, it's a matter of commitment. It's a commitment? It is the expectation? Is it a long-cherished dream?

The generals said that the feudal lords, the piccolo song alone on the building, all things go with the wind and rain, Hugh Hugh, the horse show south of the Golden Luo head. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The flowers smile at the old man's head, shy. White hair Sun Wen flower does not solve the sadness. --Huang Tingjian Nanxiangzi

The city began to wake up in the music of the sprinkler, golden neem and ushered in the hustle and bustle of the city, the street wafted the overflowing smell of vegetables in the building, the long line in front of the breakfast parlor as yesterday. Through the city of late fall is still forgetful, it has long been accustomed to the rush of the day, only the schoolchildren will be curious to look up to see the return of the south of the geese, the reckless mountains, or to pick up a piece of neem trees falling splashes. For the busy people, can only hope to understand the life as a dream of the past as smoke, have seen the prosperity of the end of the song after the end of the people, but also can be sure to comb that part of the melancholy, in the neem tree under the shade of the golden yellow, quietly point a cigarette, open the heart to store the sky scrolls, the flow of the river of stars, as well as the ideal of that young man who is gradually moving away.

In the years in the storage of a pot of sadness, aftertaste more mellow; in the world of dyeing a dust confusion, more long happy; in the life of a marvelous disillusionment, the rest of the life is more open.

Changan ancient road horse late, high willow mess cicada hiss. The sun is setting, the wind is blowing, and the eyes are broken. I am not as young as I was when I was a teenager.