The love affair **** degree who is obsessed with, pen down painting love to be late, move to the window, lightly lift the window screen, the moon into the household, sprinkled on the ground. A song of lovesickness into the bone, with the wind and go thoughts, I can still love each other. Millennium does not change a word, still in, I should be to keep silent, silence is the song of the night. The mountains are long and the water is far away, have a simple heart, bloom the most beautiful posture in the four seasons, do not fight, do not covet. Heart as simple, sex as light chrysanthemum, do not seek life has more stunning, only seek a simple and comfortable joy. With a ray of sunshine, a season of green, holding up the eyes of anticipation, into the mountains and rivers of a person's years. Listen to the wind on the strangers, such as blowing, the idea of silence as in the beginning, the mind of the followers is a long-distance journey, the long and distant road of life, need to slowly go to the realization. Standing at the top of the time, so that the heart as a mirror, the eyes of only the time of the quiet good, the landscape of the magnificent.
Autumn has been thick, the sun drunken fall, a piece of sunset a warm, autumn red dyeing in the maple forest, the sunlight on the autumn leaves, layers of forests, maple leaves like your a y loved heart, in the autumn sun, such as the wild geese pass. Imagine a pair of hands, delicate and delicate, in front of the window of the autumn moon, will be sketched in the heart between the red leaves: think of the moon tonight, think of tomorrow morning's rain, think of you in the distance, think of life is the most bitter parting, not to mention the cold fall in the autumn. The most bitter thing in life is to be separated, not to mention the cold fall of autumn. The strong love is hidden away with the wind and far away, and the light heart returns with the fragrance of flowers. A shallow wave of streaming light under the moon, the moon rubbed in the upper, I am now just a wave of shallow water. The lone shadow alone drinking shadow single line, clear song a few times, a few degrees of acacia, tonight the moon color into the house, only acacia into the dream. The moon is bright and clear, spilling over a ground of acacia. The village in the distance, starlight, a round of bright moon, revealing a hazy poetry, tender tonight's lovesickness.
Listening to the breeze whispering, the autumn bugs entangled in the moon beauty, may all the scenery in the world are so gentle night, soft to hold up the wind and the moon, the autumn thoughts are also so. Carrying a light thought, walking in the gentle night, the sound of autumn insects into the ear, autumn leaves rustle. Between the swaying wind, the autumn leaves shake down a bright moonlight, such as water-like tenderness, algae intertwined. Taste a wisp of incense in the heart, put an old song into the ear, let the heart in the shallow autumn wind fluttering, let the mind at this moment to take a vacation. The deepest sorrow will be cleared out of the door, such as the autumn wind sweeping leaves, their hearts into a small poem, walking in the sea of ink and books, in the words of the Qing cultivate sentiment, purify the mind, euphemistically into a flower of the heart, in the gentle lines of poetry and dance, and walk and cherish, drunkenly fall a few strokes of acacia red, love life in the maple leaves,
Warmth in the heart, the wind is not cold, the color of the autumn, the warmth of the two eyes relative to long Ten fingers flick, the joys and sorrows of life, the meaning of life, when it is a light breeze, bathed in the smoke and fire of the world, taste the flavor of the real me. Meditate carefully, let time and light as water, not alarmed and not disturbed, is still just the right amount of joy. Starry sky clouds shallow swimming, can not cover the moon color, a good man said: the moon is very thick thinking about each other. The eyes of the haze, more poetic. This night, with a song, interpretation of the Acacia. Although life is long, but only one life cycle. Autumn is more intoxicated. Love is profound, love is more persistent, so that there is no regret in this life, without the slightest resentment. Only love, stay in the heart. Love, deep, thick, with a smile, all the way to find, comparable to the autumn is thick, as if the maple leaves red.
Any mood to wander, any thoughts to fly, give the poem a few points of purity, open the mood of the lotus. Life, should be a source of living water, clear and vivid, fearless of the stubborn rocky stream, murmuring flow into the distance, passing through more landscapes. The best moment of the day, strolling along the waterfront in Jiangnan, in the autumn warmth and red season, and you *** enjoy the peach blossom red, quietly taste the lotus fragrance, hand in hand with the maple red chrysanthemums next to the whispering play, so that the tenderness of ancient times, integrated into the poetry of the lake and mountain colors. The sun rises, ten thousand purples and thousands of reds; the sun sets, the maple red chrysanthemum yellow. If the heart has a dream, dream dance butterfly, if not for whom to allow, light dyeing falling red, alone fragrance, light chrysanthemum fragrance. In the autumn wind, thoughts can be everywhere, waiting for you to maple leaves drifting; autumn has arrived, the leaves have been cool. High-rise eyes want to dusk, full of maple leaves thinking about the moon, drunken autumn a few time error, sunset a few degrees of maple red.