In late autumn, I often feel sad for a fallen leaf. The green leaves can’t stand the breeze of late autumn. The green color floats away, leaving golden yellow all over the ground. Walking in the rain Lane covered with thick fallen leaves, the rain covered with withered and yellow leaves gave out a different kind of flavor, thick and deep, shining and brilliant, which made my expression beautiful and quiet. Watching the drizzle falling from the branches, falling on my face and feeling its tenderness, ice release and sadness. The autumn wind passed by, and only the green leaves blew down, and the thoughts of the emotion were more radical and flying. I walked all the way in the direction of the dream, holding up the folding umbrella of love, unconsciously, he walked into the deep rain Lane gently. The warmth and romance of hugging each other in the dream, walking away in the night. I let the light steps slow down in the rain, and the annoying chrysanthemum was filled with tears on the other side of the rain Lane, filled with autumn sadness. I dare not touch it with my hands. A touch is the pain of withering, and a touch is a gorgeous melancholy! On daisy petals, it was full of cold lovesickness. I don’t know who was swaying my loneliness in the Black tonight. My sadness was melancholy and the night rain was running. The piano sobbed and the light cold smoke flew, there is no place to send your heart; How many emotions, messy rain. Where can I find the cloud in my dream? A long journey of melancholy. The world between the dust is just like the fly in the silk. In the shadow of the sky, the light goes away, the light shines, the water and the sky are the same, and the illusion is also true. The tangled dust margin of three thousand green silk found some vague shadows, trance, picturesque, thick or light, flying clouds above the head, scattered. A long and distant Butterfly Dream, filled with REJOICE lyrics, danced the most beautiful movement in life, and scattered into the scattered lines of poetry. The rain Lane that year wrote down the pure beauty of a season. Rain Lane, as before, is better than dusk. Heart, rising with the wind, with the rain and heavy, I, dull pain, recall the parting feelings. So he asked Jun: Did you remember that year, that long rainy season? That year, the wounded rain Lane? At the beginning, the worries and worries were separated from each other, and the imagination was fantastic, and the liver and intestines were broken. In the deep and narrow rain Lane, the wind is accompanied by rain, and it is sad and falling. My heart is hesitating and crying. Reluctant to leave, unwilling to leave, thinking, thinking, leaving the most beautiful. However, I still pretend to be smiling and firm, but why turn back one step at a time? Now, your voice seems to ring in your ear, word by word, but also clear. Listen, the song “Forget nothing”, resounding in the rain and fog, low, and now, I am in the rain Lane, tears are trembling, my heart is crying like rain inadvertently, I miss you, I walked into this deep rain lane again, looking for the original sadness. I am sincerely confide that I don’t want people to feel the desolation in my heart and see through my lonely and unhappy feelings. I just want to be alone and enjoy the excitement of love. I am a sentimental person who likes to walk through the rain Lane of love again and again. Holding a purple flower umbrella in the rain, the mind is graceful, and the feelings of thoughts are lost in front of you. Smart lines of poetry, narrow rain lanes, bloom into tearful chrysanthemums in the lonely night of the sky, and feel the fragrance and pain. Once, the unbearable warmth indulged in Last Night’s Dream. Tonight, I couldn’t help directing a beautiful encounter for myself. Now, we have all gone far, let the swaying shadow sink to our hearts, and no one will look back again, warming the lonely and desolate curtain of autumn rain, wet eyes, wet season, damp the flowers of missing, wet the lonely soul in the pen wants to sail with you in the water village of Jiangnan; I want to walk with you in the mountains and fields; I want to meet you under the oiled paper umbrella and smile. Only in this life, I know that it is an eternal luxury! For you, I would like to set a flood of water, moon and wind, agarwood thoughts; For you, I would like to describe a period of blue rhyme time, low eyebrow holding flowers, carrying coos Pure Lotus Chiang-Nan misty rain, small bridge flowing water, a wisp of lovesickness, curtain, a song of red dust, a drunken life can not see you, I will guess, your past life, my past life. Whether we walk hand in hand through the afternoon corridor, and the wisteria flower of the corridor is like a cloud; Your past life, my past life, whether you and I wander on the beach without people, watching the sea and the sky, listen to the call from the depths of the sea, the rain is drizzling, the water is passing away, a drop of landscape, a Ink of books, a piece of paper, a piece of autumn breeze, a white clothes white dress, supporting your favorite purple flower umbrella, drink a glass of green tea before rain and walk in the rain lane you and I first met. Are you still retaining those flowers? Let the faint fragrance feel sad? Are you also recalling the light rainy night, the bright green leaves? I don’t know why you mourn? Why sigh? I don’t know why you complain? Why hate? Why are you so confused? Do you use dream-like purple to smear tenderness for my dream? Do you use the fragrance of dreams to wait for me in rainy days? Maybe, you are complaining that I am drifting away in the autumn wind, maybe, you are hating that I walked away without leaving a word. In fact, it is not my intention to leave you if I want to talk to you with my heart and say a word of care. It is just for your better that the rain Lane is full of sorrow, dripping like tears, dripping at the edge of the oiled paper umbrella, in the long rain Lane, can you hold my mellow resentment and unspeakable helplessness? Inadvertently, a drop of tears rolled down, and my thoughts were wet with it. The clever involvement let me know that it was your tears, and you must miss me in the end of the world. In the quiet years, I looked back all the way, the autumn color was boundless, the porch was bevelled and the bell was drizzling, and my eyes were so low that I couldn’t cover my gentle thoughts. In the falling wind, the light singing spread the marks of green slabstone, count the rain and beat your sentimental poem. I cling to your memory, open the gift box of time and try to read you thousands of times. Through the misty flower of your book fragrance, my hands hold the light spirit, carry you, sway in the rivers of history, and wash away the tiredness of heart. How many times did you get drunk in the south of the Yangtze River in your dreams? How much did you feel in the rain Lane? This is what you wrote to me. Now I see this sad and beautiful rumor again. My heart is crying like rain. If I leave you like this, do you have resentment in your heart, but hatred? Listen to the rain quietly and ask the raindrops. Can you see me looking out at you? Slowly read the rain and ask the raindrops, can you hear the singing in the wind? Curtain raindrops, is it, cut my thoughts into letter, is it, take my heart out, bring my blessing piece? The autumn is cool and the butterflies fly away. The past is sad and wrong. The people of Fuqin are full of tears and shirts. How many times they get together and how many times they are separated. Why do they follow their fate! Rain of chiangnan, passionate tears, missing flying in the rain Lane; Oiled paper umbrella is also a medium, waiting for wandering in the rain Lane; You talk about the taste of not leaving, I put it into unforgettable experience, I would like to use the dust margin to atone for the deep-locked eyebrows at the bottom of your tower. I love and hate all kinds of things and several cycles are all in this quiet rain Lane. Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon… Enter June In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… Linjia Lane Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city… The confusion of summer night I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool… Love story Lover dies, lover…
