A page of autumn love, a touch of poetry
Wen/Month invites the West Building
Walk in the autumn when the leaves are falling, and listen to the sound of the falling leaves. Gently smelling the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, bathed in the warm sun of golden autumn, remembering that last night's thick summer day quietly left, and now I smell the wind of late autumn, and the season of Xiao Sa is changed into qingyue's thick clothes.
The four seasons are rotating, autumn to autumn and back, is the flower season of life too short? Or is the pace of the flowing years too hasty? In this corner of the ushering, I didn't know how to place the heartstrings of my thoughts.
Sitting alone in the autumn ferry to watch, twisting the fragrance in the heart, turning over and turning over the joy left by the passage of time, looking and looking, this way came, leaving a mood all the way, leaving a joy and wandering all the way.
A trace of elegance oozed from the heart, quietly enriching the passing time, gentle thoughts swaying freely in the autumn wind, and the stories in the past, like flowers, flowed with intoxicating fragrance.
In each section of the journey, those deep and shallow imprints are clearly recorded in life.
In the middle of the year, some people, come and go; Some of the fate, gathered and scattered; Some things become stories in an instant; Some emotions, although short-lived, have already entered the heart; Some people, who are close at hand, have no connection with them in their lives.
Always want to combine the sorrows and joys of the world, the worldly sophistication of cold and warm, the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty in life, find a bottle to seal it, let the heart go with the water, and the wind will drift.
However, in the itinerary of gains and losses, in the floating and heavy state of mind, there are always some su thoughts, like shadows accompanying each other; There are always some insights that are deeply remembered in the heart.
Time is like this, drifting away between this thought and not thinking, and the heart is on this road, half bright, half gray.
I always think that if I don't think about it anymore, I will no longer be infected with acacia; I always think that if I don't think about it again, I won't be sad anymore; I always think that with the vicissitudes of change, those who can't put it down will turn away when the tears fall; I always think that as the years go by, an inadvertent turn will be forever.
Everyone has their own world, in this world, I have encountered many reluctances, and I have seen flowers bloom and flowers. How many times have I dreamed that I came on horseback, and how many times I have returned have made people cry.
Maybe those emotions are always difficult to let people give up, maybe those people and those things will always make people worry. The reason why it still appears in the mind from time to time is because the years can no longer go back to the past. In this way, it is so bitter in this life, fading the time, and getting old for a person's years.
In the years that have passed, many sadness has been left, and in the passage of time, a lot of beauty has been eroded, and those sad thoughts have always been firmly remembered in the heart.
Maybe traveling in the warm sun of autumn can make the heart pure, can make the heart precipitate, the fragrance of the flowers, the melancholy of the rain, the loneliness of the wind, the lightness of the moon, with my thoughts, together with the plain pen, write the years, draw the Chinese year.
A page of autumn love, a touch of poetry, a heart of thoughts. Walking with low eyebrows in the light days, those unforgettable hatreds, those unshakable love in this life, those worries that make you uneasy, those thoughts that feel deep and painful, at this moment in this bright autumn day, have become indifferent smiles.
Man, a turn, is a lifetime, what can you be reluctant to do? A look back, is a lifetime, what else can not be put down? The years are hurried, and the wind and rain of the years are all passers-by of time; In the past, the red dust has never forgotten the thin coolness of the years.
For the rest of my life, I just want to sit quietly in front of the window of the years, listen to the wind whispering softly under the window, and watch the flowers bloom happily in the garden outside the window, so that the acacia will be swept away with Shu Yun. Since you have let go, you will not leave behind a soul that is not unwilling, not time has lost you and me, but on the road of each other's lives, as well as their own poems and distant places...
