Quiet, quiet, autumn ethereal. In the blink of an eye, the rush of time makes the late autumn gradually go away, and I, still feeling the beauty of autumn in the enchanting scenery, am still immersed in the deep and colorful autumn colors. The light was dim, and the wind was still very light. Falling leaves hit the window ledge, the pale face falls, the gentle fluttering, the unspeakable poignancy, the inexhaustible soul-
In the depths of the cold smoke, in the picture scroll of the dead tree jackdaw, I can arbitrarily blush, sigh yellow, often backfire, but more things are not human, and I want to say goodbye. Push the window to gaze, dazed, the scenery is empty, the autumn smoke is lingering, if the dream is flying. A wisp of autumn veil gently shrouded, buried deep in the fallen leaves, covering the winding path, folding and folding to let the seasons secretly freeze frost.
Calm hands, leisurely, gentle solo singing, above the autumn water, the texture of the leaf veins. For a moment, the world seems to stand still, time stops, and the beauty of the city is faintly revealed. Walk through the last autumn frost, step on the fallen leaves of the sycamore, and feel the deep meaning of autumn.
Through the deep path, in the ancient loneliness, with footsteps, with thoughts, with the heart gently touch the last heartstrings in the autumn color, let the heart song in the depths of the soul flow slowly. Plain accordion heart, stroke a song of vicissitudes. Zheng Zheng piano tone, love pulse, rhyme Yiyi, endless soft intestines, endless sentimentality.
In this way, the melody of the clear is slowly trapped in the lonely space and cannot extricate itself, so that the vicissitudes of my years have quietly melted. The past is pale and shattered. In the gray eyes, there is a gaze that seems to be shallow and deep, in the gentle and long wind, the thoughts of the bottom of the heart are gathered, and at the eye waves, looking through the autumn water, I am lost in the desolate autumn red dust.
The lonely oblique shadow lingered in the autumn light, looking at the past Yanran smiled and hurried away, I was no longer sad, looking back at the falling leaves, I no longer sighed. Standing at the end of autumn, on the edge of the season, between the blanks, some emotions surged between the eyebrows.
Thoughts gently buckled my heart, the past slowly stranded, no longer to comb the sadness of the flow of years, let everything in the past step into dust, I just want my thoughts to freeze in this quiet autumn. The leaves, the dead branches, the deep and shallow sorrows, how many memories are precipitating in the depths of autumn?
The autumn wind rises, and the faint autumn tone, pick up the leftover leaf, write full of friendship, send it to the distance with the wind, and send it to you from afar. Take a bunch of autumn colors, dip a few points of sentimentality in the heart, use this as ink, write a little bit of mood, drifting, fragmented. The fine fragments of the heart are cold autumn.
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