Author Mo Se
Time and season affectionate, in the change of seasons to look at each other, affectionately keep each other, in the shadow of the world, in the corner of the time season, dipped in shallow traces to write deep love, write the season, the years are like songs.
A season of affection, half a lifetime of smoke and rain, half a lifetime of red dust, years of smoke and rain red dust, do not ask where the end of the world is to return.
An old dream, autumn leaves, autumn flowers, sunsets, smoke and rain, year after year, flowers blossom and fall, flowers fall and blossom, ink danqing, splash ink life, look down on the flow of life.
The four seasons are green, green, red, yellow, fat, thin, year after year. Time from brilliant to brilliant, the warmth and softness of the days, the dark joy in the depths of autumn light, the light fragrance is leisurely.
Spring is best when dawn breaks. The top of the hill, which was gradually turning white, lit up a little, and the purple clouds were faintly horizontal there, which was very interesting.
Summer is the best at night. When there is a moon, it goes without saying, it is dark night, there are fireworks flying everywhere [, it is also very interesting]. At that time, even the rain was interesting.
Autumn is the best in the evening. The sunset was shining brilliantly, and when it was very close to the edge of the mountain, the crows had to return to their nests, so they flew in pairs and directions, and there were more geese flying in rows, and then it became very small and interesting. After the end of the day, the sound of the wind and the sound of insects are also interesting.
Winter is the best night, winter snow fluttering, snowy. All natural things have lost their glory, only the sky gives them white, when I was a child, I always heard my mother say that the snow in winter can only accumulate thick when it falls at night, and the snow under the day is embarrassed to stay in the human world, I look forward to the next thick snow every year in winter, so that the snowflakes fill the earth, the sky is white, the ground is white, everything becomes pure, solemn and quiet, so that people will always be careful about life.
At this moment, the late autumn model is affectionate and thick, the autumn wind is depressed, and the wind is promising. The day was short again, the night was slowing down again, the leaves were yellow, I don't know who finally dyed it golden, his vigorous vitality gradually declined, but it still had its moving life posture, dancing in the sky, it lay quietly on the ground. Autumn, with a calm, idyllic, calm time to interpret the years, colorful, colorful, poetic autumn long and deep?
All the way wind and dust, all the way vicissitudes, all the way to the scenery, and the wind and rain, the wind and clouds are drunk and blossom. Quietly the agarwood of the years, a faint and strong taste of time, and the beauty of a leaf of autumn with your heart.
Autumn days are pleasant, comfortable, comfortable, distant mountains and near water, shallow time, blue sky, white clouds, fragrant flowers, colorful grass and trees, on the field, under the sky. The beauty of a picturesque ink and danqing, even on a rainy day, is warm, soft, soft and clear.
The winds of autumn are not the same as those of other seasons. The wind in winter is bone-chilling, the wind in summer is wrapped in thick heat, the spring wind is soft, such as the spring wind, and the autumn wind is mixed with a faint sadness and sadness, all of which have different feelings.
I thought I only liked autumn, but when I saw the spring and summer winds, autumn leaves and winter snow, I also stepped on the south water and north mountains, the eastern foothills and the west ridge, but these four seasons of spring and autumn, Cangshan Yangshui, are not as good as you smile at me.
Wei is very delicate, butterfly dance sky, that year I met you, is the perfection of my life, the flowers of the years, stepping on the sweet fragrance of the years, you came to me, I was heartbroken, can't help it, like you, make my life perfect, and bloom beautifully with you.
The stars are faint, the night is dark, the meteors are streaked, your eyebrows are crossed the corners of my gaze, the corners of your mouth are kissing my cheeks, the petals of flowers in the dream, not only intentional or unintentional, but fall on my shoulders, my heart sea ripples, with a hint of my tug, gentle my heartstrings, take away my thoughts, sideburns into frost, but do not see you, ferry oblique sun, when to return?
The years are long, the years are like water, the ferry is there, there is no ferryman, who will come to the reincarnation?
Flowers blossom and fall, what spring and autumn is it?
Looking through the autumn water, looking at the lone memory of sorrow by the railing, the deep water in the clouds and smoke, may you return from the boat, I stretch out my hands, embrace you into my arms, the Bodhi flowers bloom all over the wall, the flowers before the moon and the shadow into pairs, the west wind blows a hundred flowers, wake up but a dream, want to find where the Iraqi people go, only the swallows fly both.
We are in the season time, sitting on the four seasons, experiencing the four seasons of cold and warm, it turns out, many times, our lives, are destined to be in the four seasons, constantly traveling, from spring to winter, and from winter to spring, until, one day, we know that we can't go anywhere, the heart, still with the cycle of reincarnation.....
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