Text/Dapu Heart Language
Late autumn is strange, and the years are suddenly cool. Clouds of smoke, dead vines full of frost, boundless falling wood, but the roots are left alone. There are too many lies spreading at the beginning of the years, and I have hoped to flutter in the sun with purple and green, and now, I can touch the truth because of the dryness.
In the early morning, the mist like smoke quietly covered the late autumn of The Depression, and the sorrow of autumn was about to leave silently. The mist is silent, the dead leaves are settled, the years are moving forward gracefully, and under the light footprints, they roll up the leisurely distance of the past. In the last chapter of the fog, the intoxicating fragrance is dissipated.
Walking in the fog, lonely, slightly cool, the distance reveals an endless haze, adding some aesthetic poetry to the flowers in the fog for this dying autumn color.
Walking in the fog, unconsciously stained with the wind and frost of the years, which is engraved on your and my hearts like a mark, the indifference of the fog is suffocating, which is more difficult to forget than hypocrisy. The light time will always leave scars in the softest part of our hearts, and we will always see the light of the sun in this endless loneliness.
Perhaps it is the diffusion of fog that dispels the bustling crowd, there is a moment of silence in this complicated world, there are too many whispers in the ears, we do not understand at the moment, we do not have to understand at this moment, quietly watching the departure of time, as if time has gently taken another line in that unknown latitude, the sentimentality of the autumn pen, the length of the years of the pen. Who can gently write, write the pages of decaying Shaohua, who can cling to it, and sing the gentle lines of poetry.
In fact, life is simple for us, and peace and tranquility are the most beautiful. Enjoy a moment of quiet time, free to do what you like, pick up a bunch of yellow leaves, write a few lines of small words, and open your heart and comfort your heart. When happiness is hidden by time and quietly shrouded by the mist of time, will it be extinguished like a candle and will not come again? Perhaps, every season of time has happiness and beauty hanging in front of you. Between the overlaps, reborn in a melodious tune.
In the hazy mist, time stretched into a thin appearance, we were in the corner of the past, watching Fanghua go away, falling white on the ground of the frost, urging the old face, tossing and turning vicissitudes, thin love years, wrapped in plain white pathetic piano sound and time.
The independent dead leaves on the dead vine, who understands? The past that has passed like smoke, the autumn of this season. The lonely breeze chants, who understands? The barrier it sets up is only to clearly distinguish the sadness of reunion and parting. The story is like wine getting more and more drunk, and even then time is not allowed to repeatedly read the first chapter of the past with nostalgic eyes.
Autumn colors fade away, acacia grows longer, between the merchants, the galaxy Liaoyuan breeze suddenly took away like water flowing years.
Time rushed away to take away countless prosperity and beauty, the years are still so merciless, hollowed out time, far away, far away and do not forget the vicissitudes of our faces. Even if it leaves a faint imprint, it is only enough for our limited thoughts. Missing those who are infected by time, right and wrong, each frown is plain and clear, but it is swept into the depths of the seasonal whirlpool.
The mist is as thick as a veil, there is smoke and rain in the old and new poems, there are fallen leaves covered with strangers, there are dead butterflies looking for residual flowers, there is white dew as frost, and there is a returnees who are both wind and rain, slowly coming from the fog.
As if in the blink of an eye, spring is yellowing in the old tune, and summer is becoming a treasured collection of old photographs. The breeze plucked the strings of the piano endlessly.
The white dew condensed into frost, scattered in the melancholy of the earth into autumn, next to the withered and old flowers in the distant distance where the lights of the passing vehicles were dimmed, stretching the picture in the heart, adding a few strokes of heart, and the endless sorrow.
Half a tune, a flood of autumn water, acacia danced lightly into the atrium. Apply thin powder makeup in the shallows of time, peek at the mirror-like water surface, who loves the face of pity time to promote aging.
The shadows hang against the colors of autumn, and taste the cool autumn and dream of mellowness. The world of autumn is cool and beautiful, and the things of autumn are soft and sentimental. For its emotions, everyone has a crush, and with the passage of time we unconsciously find the golden texture of the leaf. The past stranded in the shoal seems to have become a web of memories, enveloping all the mutable forms and frozen in the traces of autumn colors.
There was always a gust of wind, blowing from the seashore, lingering around us, and lifting you and my clothes. I often think that if time can travel slowly, I will be able to slowly watch every scenery I encounter, and slowly wait for emotions to follow. Slowly, you will understand that all the glory years are just clouds of smoke, just a moment of brilliance, just a glance and disappear.
In the fog, you will always feel that the road ahead is confused, and your heart will be tired, no matter how hard you try, you can't clearly see those beautiful things. All we can do is to maintain the plainness of the heart, the one who should come will meet clearly, and the one who should go will leave calmly. Learn to retain the peace of mind in the years, and know how to laugh at the warmth and coldness of time. Simple to understand, ordinary we do not need too much deep understanding, as long as we get a moment of peace, just fine.
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