Autumn courtyard, a bit more bright and clean, the wind blowing over the short walls, the tree of sweet scented osmanthus blowing spilled a, air was filled with faint fragrance, pneumatic, sweet scented osmanthus fragrance, the fall of a picture, the late flowering, the early fall, more let the sweet in the brief blooming, the warm and beautiful. And Lianbi, I love her true, full and rich, have a taste of the reality. Flowers and the Double Ninth Festival, pale as chrysanthemum, in the autumn of facial features, the lush summer, scattered petals, together with a little bit of clip dust in the pages of the book, keep a pool of water, autumn white Xian, see frost decorated in autumn skirts, appreciate the autumn leaves, in fact, secure life, but is in search of ordinary days, repeating a simple. Always believe time can change a person’s state of mind, more and more do not like Chunyang fighting posture of flowers, and fell in love with the flowers, autumn lonely lonesome however, will no longer be longing for fresh clothes horses, began to yearn for the simple, eager to courtyard deeply, find a person sleeping time, compose Heartsongs, commoner coarse food, light life, Jane, deep old green, heavy shadows, blurred moonlight, and the friend phase contract of facial features, flows east, Ying Ying circles, the relative silence, Xinshu smile, the meaning is not speaking.
Any time in the morning, the old bird in the noisy, old in the dusk of the warm lights, in the old love in each other. Want to see rain in spring, autumn light in dense dream, is a kind of beauty. Season is years represents a picture, you only need to treasure, with a touch of free and easy, and Xiadaobie, turned, and will encounter autumn. Only for autumn, see time tide, tapping years honed, but is the process of a scene, we have to learn in the process simple, life, because was removed and the abundance. I since the breeze, you from the moon, the world, are not persistent, light facing the moon, the convergence of a window of the white moon and poetic. Long years, all meet, in the depths of time, fall into flowers, colorful, I self Susan like chrysanthemum, and vegetation is gentle and treat, in a small fireworks addiction, ecstatic, a line wouldn’t be lonely. Like, occasionally let time slow down, with a cup of tea in hand, clear light, heart a song, flexuous, in the text to find a sentiment, let the heart warm Ann.
Life is always too hastily, must not days, less crowded, if always blindly rushing and move on, let the heart because of fatigue, and barren, stay a little longer, comb the train of thought to finish time of deep and shallow, let life exchanges more precipitation and calm. Those years of joys and sorrows, and do not want to say who listen to, and only drank tea, and then remembered or forgotten. Dull days, open the eyes of a windows in the heart, full of flowers and sunshine, always read and warm, let smiling in my arms, let the years safely reach the other shore. Would rather hold fragrant branches old, not with yellow leaves the autumn wind, plain Jane in my heart is faint, light in honor, light in the quiet between, such as life, experience XuanZa, used to look at the bustling, far from the vigorous dedication, only after the sails concise; as years have to do a thousand sails, leaving is sparsely Lang Lang’s indifferent, pleasant to the eye is simple. Such as open flowers on the hillside, not deliberately, not artificial, just the hushing bloom; such as deep mountain chrysanthemum, regardless of left hope right only fragrant surplus sleeve. Xijinqianhua, the concept of water, calm an Xi, Su Su Jing, after the bustling as Jane, but heart, there are flowers of the voice.
I want to write a poem, send away the years, poems don’t write love. Do not write the vicissitudes of life, just write, bud in March, grow in the sunshine of the Xin Xi; write summer pond, lotus pointed that cool; write autumn clouds, frost dyed red maple’s poetry, write the winter snow, don’t dye dust pure. The spring breeze once, intricately lotus incense Qiushui long day and color, winter snow lean on a railing to see, years small raft, incense and dark in the breeze, rain moistening of the United States. Some Huashi, clearly know the Tumi, but still so happy; roadside grass, although destined to will brown, but also the green too, why should Shangchunbeiqiu? Why is it perfect? The song that I sang too, this road, I cherish the good, the scenery I have watched it. I walked along a leaf growth context, from spring to summer bud, growth, into the eyes of autumn. I saw that a strain of reeds, leaning on the relaxed and long days, alleys Qingshi Dengying, write a full moon, goose, owned by the north, singing songs of parting, open fields, in words of the watch, the grass and the frost also maintained a stubborn, in the autumn wind, the picturesque yellow, only Xiyan, Ann static open in the corner and tell the old time.
On how the flowers, always in possession of the fragrance, no matter what the season will have sunshine, I put the hide in the autumn, enjoy the moonlight over the fallen leaves, heart is not desolate, summer is in full bloom, a bleak autumn, season each time was removed, there are different meanings, and what need to care about, even a single flower, on behalf of the spring, which leaves, in the upcoming fall withered, vines, floating hidden fragrance, the hope, in the corner of the place. I love, in the spring of canvas embroidery, in the summer of the facial features, cool, in autumn dusk woven silk, polyester heart in winter white. I write poetry, like to write spring cut Liu, Xin Yan attempting a comeback; painting, custom landscape dependencies, affordable shades; singing, but also to happy and free, lingering endless; music, melodious, high mountain and flowing water. I know, this world is not perfect, but as long as the heart is good, there is no need to worry huagongyelu, willow green? Don’t take the book to, why should I spend; if tea, tea is intoxicating liquor why. I see the sunrise East, I see the sunset afterglow, trees in front of the high, seasonal flowers bloom, life, but a hurried, encountered along the way a lot of people, you, the breeze light LAN; you go, still water runs deep. Needy, since Tim clothes; chunhuaqiuyue, words are not clear anxious, Huai Su and quiet, product of quiet and cool, deep in the courtyard, and affinity for people, under a single warm seed, until next year, with the flowers together in full bloom.