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The autumn rain gradually stopped, a hazy full moon rose in the distant sky, Yin Hui filled the West Building, and some cool and fragrant thoughts bloomed in my fingers.

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One,

Wandering for countless days, autumn is cold again. Autumn scenery is getting deeper and deeper, the autumn rain is continuous, and leaves are flying all over the ground, which makes people feel inexplicably sad. As if the old days were gradually stripped by the autumn wind, the end of autumn was a wet past.

It's Mid-Autumn Festival. Although autumn in the south is not as bleak and cold as that in the north, it also makes people feel the coolness of autumn wind in the transformation of nature.

The weather these days is always capricious, sometimes sunny, sometimes autumn rain, and sometimes pouring rain. I still like to walk in the rainy street in autumn in summer skirts and umbrellas. With the autumn rain, the dense thoughts gracefully turned into fresh water lilies at the fingertips.

The wind is falling, the rain is falling, and the heart is falling.

I know I am a quiet and light woman. Most of the time, I like being alone. Leaning against a pool of autumn water, I picked up a piece of leisure, meditated quietly in the autumn rain, counted the cold, counted the lost time, counted the warm people and things, counted the prosperity and desolation.

In In the Mood for Love, I gradually lost my memory while looking back gently. I often feel that the world of mortals is barren, and I hope to go away bit by bit with the season. Some are warm, some are indifferent, and eventually I will forget the smoke and water. The world of mortals ferry, I just need a quiet harbor, even if a person sings his own monologue, his heart is very suitable.

I am used to being stranded in a quiet time, or listening to an autumn rain, or holding a touching book, or laying a plain note, writing a blank mind, or wandering in other people's stories. In this way, the years easily flow through your fingers. But I, like a passer-by outside the story, walked calmly, stayed quietly, leaned over to listen, meditated silently and walked indifferently.

Second,

There is always a unique expectation for the Mid-Autumn Festival. I've always hoped that on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, a faint glow would pour down from the distant sky, gently embrace it in my arms, tell some tender thoughts and release some beautiful reverie.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, it rained heavily, like a continuous appearance. In my memory, it seems that every Mid-Autumn Festival is sunny and the moon is in the sky. And this year, will the expected moon hide? My heart overflows with a little loss, but I still look happy and celebrate with my family.

Always inadvertently, the truth and simplicity around you are gently stranded. Every time I think back, I often fall into aphasia for a long time. No matter how vain the world of mortals is, no matter whether the gorgeous dream is broken after all, I always have a simple, true, warm and appropriate family relationship. Years are beautiful because they are indifferent. I like to walk a long way, think a long way, and try to walk slowly in my inner direction.

Holding the fireworks, I smiled without a word. The gains and losses of life, once honed, are actually just experiences in the world of mortals. I am walking silently and hurriedly in an empty world, asking little, just wishing the years to be safe and the people around me to be safe.

Standing on the ferry of the world of mortals, listening to the wind and rain, watching my dear mother languish overnight due to illness, I have too much unspeakable pain in my heart. It turns out that the true meaning of life is not how perfect it is, nor whether it is luxurious or not. As long as the people around you are safe and happy, that is great happiness.

The journey was so difficult that I only knew myself. My mother is the person I cherish most in my life. I get up early in the dark, rush about, bring tea and medicine, take good care of her daily life and watch her get better day by day. I have unspeakable comfort in my heart. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I am still grateful that there is still a warm love in my life after the storm, and my world still has my mother's clear and loving eyes.

Wherever I go, as long as my mother's gentle words ring in my ears, I know that time is still as bright as water. I don't need some beautiful legends and empty dreams. As long as my mother is around, I have enough courage to go on. As long as my mother is good, I will always have a warm harbor and a person who really loves me. How nice it is that heart and love go together! At this time, the simple scenery, in my eyes, also added a little charm.

This season, rain or shine, no matter where the Mid-Autumn Moon is hiding, I will sincerely pray for my mother's health and happiness and let her live a safe life.

Third,

After the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner, the rain gradually stopped, and there was a lot of laughter and fireworks outside. It turns out that festivals are always festivals. Rain or shine, there is always a bright moon in my heart. Let's have a soft and charming dream in the soft and clear moonlight.

Relatives and friends put barbecue pits and all kinds of food in the yard, and colorful lanterns hung on the fragrant osmanthus trees. I especially like this peaceful and warm atmosphere. It seems that all the troubles and troubles on weekdays are quietly retired, and only the warm wind passes through this warm time, which is simple and true.

From time to time, there was a crackling sound in the barbecue oven, and from time to time, there was an attractive fragrance, mixed with the fragrance of osmanthus, and the dim light of lanterns, which made people feel relaxed naturally. In the quiet world, everything is quiet, and there is a warm current flowing gently in every corner under the blue sky.

If only the world stood still at this moment! Don't think about anything, don't worry about anything, as long as you have a calm heart and let go of your happy mood and flowing thoughts in the yard.

The purity of everything, the warmth of a hug, slowly breeds at this moment. I looked up inadvertently, only to find a hazy moon hanging in the quiet night sky! So big, so round, hazy but clear, like a jade plate, with a layer of gauze on the cage and a faint halo around it. I feel inexplicable joy in my heart. I didn't expect such a beautiful full moon to rise after rain!

There is still a damp smell in the air after the rain, but it doesn't affect the beauty of this bright moon at all. I looked up and cheered excitedly. Everybody stop what they are doing and follow me up. This time is more suitable for enjoying the moon. Isn't it? After the storm, bright moonlight still flows into our hearts. This moonlit night is particularly charming, poetic and unforgettable!

After a full moon, the moon finally shone on the west building. Night came quietly, and I held a ray of bright moonlight in my hand, snuggling up in a quiet daydream and smiling. Is everything between heaven and earth asleep? I can clearly hear a deep euphemistic feeling, passing through the Yuefu of the Book of Songs, Tang Poetry and Song Poetry, hanging on the cassia twig reflected by the autumn moon, praising the quietness of the years and the truth of life.

Fourth,

At this time, the autumn wind blows gently, like blowing thin an old and warm story. But the dim moonlight sneaked into my poem tonight. The lights are dim at night, and the gentle time ripples slightly in the heart lake.

I love the continuous autumn rain during the day, I love the extremely hazy moon at this time, I love the warm atmosphere of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I love the simple and true smell of fireworks.

Tonight, can you let me continue to write a little red letter with the moon's ups and downs? I walked in the moonlight, holding a small lantern, half warm and half cold, let the moonlight fall on my fingertips and condense into a beautiful frost flower, a dream with temperature.

A full moon jumped into my heart again, and I seemed to smell waves of cool fragrance in the air. Close your eyes gently, I am willing to cover the hazy moon, cook a pot of colchicine in the city of memory, make a simple wish, look back with low eyebrows, listen to the flowers falling in bloom, watch the clouds roll and get drunk. ...

After reading:

This is a beautiful article, which combines a person's complex and subtle psychology with the changing natural scenery, revealing a profound philosophy of life. As the author said, "It turns out that festivals are always festivals, and there is always a bright moon in my heart, rain or shine. Let's put a soft flower in the soft and clear moonlight. As long as we always have an open-minded, optimistic, indifferent and calm heart in our hearts, we will, like the author, "I clearly hear a deep and euphemistic feeling, passing through the Yuefu of the Book of Songs, passing through the poems of the Tang and Song Dynasties, and hanging on the cassia twig mapped by the autumn moon, praising the quietness of the years and the truth of life. "I can't help but find the beauty of life in my heart. Looking back suddenly, we realize that whether the moon is full or not, rain or shine, it is a beautiful landscape of life. This article coincides with Su Shi's Shuidiao Song Tou in conception and conception. After reading it, we should stay calm and linger in the beautiful realm created by the author.

Spring in my hometown

I have been away from my hometown for more than twenty years, but the spring in my hometown still haunts my dreams.

In the spring in my hometown, this baby is the most difficult to give birth to.

From the perspective of solar terms, "Spring (beginning of spring) turns to Yang; Rain along the river (about to be civilized); Scared crows crow; The vernal equinox is dry. " But the sun be the spirit seems to come late, and it is always tepid. Spring in the northeast is usually around the Spring Festival. At that time, it was still a world of ice and snow, and the ice and snow accumulated for a winter showed no signs of melting. Sometimes, it is still "the mountain dances with the silver snake, like wax, and wants to compare with the weather"; "Sand sea ice is unfathomable, and the clouds are dark and Wan Li is condensed". The Songhua River is still covered with hard ice, so there is no obstacle for people to drive and run. But if you sneak into the "clear mouth", it will be a person or a fish turtle. There is no shadow of the south wind at all, and the north wind still rules the Songnen Plain. Going out is still "fully armed", especially in the morning and evening. Kang, stove or foreign soil are still burning in the room to keep warm. "Spring" is still gestating in the womb of the house. I don't know when it will come to the world with crying.

When it rains, God shows something. The south wind came, and the ice and snow on the road and the ice and snow in the river began to melt slowly. The sun rises during the day, and when it is near noon, the ice and snow turn into thick mud forks, and then turn into ice at night. The two cold beauties in Frozen seem unwilling to go back to their parents' home, and I'm afraid they miss their husbands. By the vernal equinox, the ice and snow have finally melted and the land has dried up, but the baby in spring has not yet been born. "Qingming is busy planting wheat, Grain Rain is busy farming"-planting millet, millet, soybean and sorghum ... between Qingming and Grain Rain, it is a period of great pain before and after the mother of spring gives birth;

The first is the phenomenon of late spring cold. Before the birth of wheat and grass, the temperature sometimes rose, but sometimes it suddenly dropped. The Siberian cold current suddenly struck and the temperature dropped below zero. The north wind roared, and it snowed heavily, sometimes with heavy snow. Winter seems to be coming back, as if to strangle Miss Chun in the womb. Sometimes the wheat seedlings and grass have come out, and there will be a moderate snow to cover the babies in spring. Whether to protect them or kill them, I really don't know God's intention.

Second, it is often windy during this period. Songyuan area belongs to monsoon region, and it is often windy around Tomb-Sweeping Day, and Grain Rain. Shave for a few days, then rest for a few days before shaving. It's yellow, the sun is confused and the moon is dizzy. It is difficult for people to go against the wind. If it is too late to return during the day, the wind at night will be even more frightening. It seems to be in the ancient battlefield written by Li Hua in the Tang Dynasty: no one is seen. Scared sand, gloomy and sad, the wind is sad. The grass withered and it was freezing in the morning. Birds can't fly, animals will die. Often ghosts cry, but the sky is gloomy and smelly. The land is vast and endless, and I don't know the way back. I experienced it once. I walked alone in a deserted place, in the dark, the wind roared and the trees groaned. I leaned over and walked hard, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and I couldn't find my way home. It's like going to hell, as if I were fascinated by ghosts. When the wind blows wildly, the rice is not cooked, because the wind seems to have entered the stove chamber from the chimney, drawing the fire out of the stove along the kang hole, and the flames on the chimney shot up. The kitchen and the back room are full of soil and sand, and the food left on the bowl rack can't be eaten at all, because it is full of sand.

At this time, it is also the time to talk. If you are interested, you can go to Songhua River to see the spectacular sight of ice floes. It is clear to pedestrians that the hard ice surface of sports car competition is shaken by several strong winds. The strong wind knocked on the ice, knocking and knocking, and the breasts cracked. Finally, the ice that had been blocked for a winter was broken and a huge water flow poured out. Countless dirty ice floes pushed each other and drifted from upstream to downstream by the wind and rapids, like the ice array laid by Zhuge Liang, like millions of water troops fighting out. If you are lucky, you can find a big fish killed by an ice raft on the river.

Third, the spring drought is serious. After the ice and snow melted, several strong winds almost evaporated the water stored in the soil. Looking up, the endless black land is like a naked woman, tired and hungry under the repeated tossing of late spring cold and strong wind, quietly lying under the golden sky, waiting for her baby to come to the world. Going out into the wild, there are bare trees everywhere. Look up at the sky and look forward to the rain. Autumn leaves cover the yellow grass. Let's act as the puerperal for that quiet woman.

Around May Day, warm winds send clouds and spring thunder bursts, which is the crying of babies born in spring. After several times of rain soaking, the green grass germinated; Wheat seedlings are also green, crowded in this land; The leaves of small root garlic turn from yellow to green, and the leaves of chicory with purple in the green are also dotted with the stubble in the valley, bean field and sorghum field ... Some people also squeeze into the wheat field to join in the fun. The old woman has some small yellow flowers, which are very lovely against the green leaves. Willow branches, with furry leaves and bracts, swaying graceful waist branches, flattering people; Although poplars haven't changed into brand-new green clothes, they have also bathed and their skin is blue; Apricot trees can catch up with spring best, with bright pink flowers, "Apricot trees are full of spring", and the description of the ancients can also sit still in the northeast. After Grain Rain, those lovely millet, millet and sorghum seedlings all appeared. At this time, all the leaves are green, the world is full of spring, and Miss Chun finally stepped onto the stage of spring beautifully.

Miss Chun, your darling today has finally come, come, with the childishness of her mother after great pain. Although it's a little late, a good meal is not afraid of it!

After reading:

The author vividly, concretely and vividly described the hardships of spring in Songnen Plain with the ratio of labor and pain. How to describe the scenery and how to describe the scenery we see, hear and smell more vividly should be the most basic skill of every writer. We might as well discuss this problem in depth, so that our articles can reflect colorful wonders everywhere. Recommend reading and say hello to the author!

"I'm drunk and don't know where to go. Where are you going? 》

Wandering, boundless, crazy, lonely; The whole world woke up, and I was drunk, drunk in it, drunk, drunk again. Where are you going? As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back!

Zuidao

Tao can be Tao, extraordinary Tao, lovely people, extraordinary people! In the eyes of others, I am just an intoxicating idle person, a madman! What can a madman do? Nonsense, dirty, disheveled wandering in the street, and I have one more thing-wine gourd; If you have wine today, you will be drunk today, regardless of his happiness and sadness; The only way is to let a man with spirit take risks in his favorite place, and don't let the golden bottle face the moon, haha! Ben is still a little learned. Why is it difficult for me to find a place in the world? The world is really awake and abnormal, without any harm and gain; Because I'm not ashamed! Drunk in downtown, quiet in the middle, venting emotions in wine, no one cares. My girl abandoned me, leaving only one sentence "I love you!" " But I need money and a house. "Let me heartache and straightforward language, drown my sorrows in wine, add sorrow to sorrow. Well, let it be! It is rare to get drunk when you have nothing to do and express your feelings, which runs through ancient and modern times; Have fun, have fun!

Drunk deer

A little bit of the past, the sharp contrast between glory and depression is printed in my mind, lingering and within my reach. Drunk, drunk, I'm really drunk; In a daze, I remembered that I was full of pride, abandoned school and went to sea, treating money like dirt, just to win friends and get together. All because of the unfavorable business, the world is awake. I am intoxicated with its innocence, simplicity and sincerity. A page of paper, why bother, a stroke of a pen, lost thousands of miles; To be honest, it was a person who died in the hands of a small person, and all the money was lost, and no one cared! Sadness, pain. I take the spring breeze, everyone calls me big brother, Qingdao Xianyou, come with me; Travel to Mount Tai and have fun together; Luoyang flower, the same reward; Star hotel, sharing; Luxury car; Sit together. Follow the shadow and never give up; His feelings, lonely here, turned out to be no one to accompany him, avoid it! My heart is hurt, I want to cry a thousand lines, but I have nothing to swallow; Think hard, get drunk and don't know where to go. Where are you going? Do nothing.

Drunk dream

The world is not right, the heart is not ancient, and the wine has its own way. Drink it. At first, I was willing to enter my heart, and I was very comfortable; I lost my way at school, and the wine entered the liver and intestines, repeatedly; Finally, I was numb, drunk and didn't know where I was going. "Picking chrysanthemums and seeing Nanshan leisurely under the east fence" seems to be stepping into a fairyland in Taoyuan, and the surging poems of Brother Yuanming come from my ear and accompany me around; "White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard". When I flew into my mind, I vaguely saw a man in white, his robe was fluttering, and he said with a smile, "One day I will ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and build a bridge on the deep sea." Suddenly, my chest swelled. Is it that Li Baixiong chatted with me through ancient and modern times and put down his sorrow? Suddenly, the breeze blew around, confusing my charming eyes and reflecting another scene in my mind: smiling and fluttering, how much do pedestrians know on the road? The world will get what it deserves, so why bother? Groups of pilgrims jumped into the temple, looking for divination and asking questions. How can they get the Tao? White beard, sitting quietly under the bodhi tree, whispered: Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage; There is nothing, so there is no dust. Say that finish, turn around and go! Epiphany, intoxicated for a long time ...

Drunk comment-leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle and looking at the horizon?

My heart moves at will, my thoughts are essays, and I wander between literary circles; Read beautiful articles, move your fingers and comment. Don't tell the world about read-only topics? Therefore, it is unexpected and unreasonable!

But talented people come forth in large numbers, talented women come forth in large numbers, and mediocre talents will be different. Writing, I want to know your friend and understand his writing ideas; To be a man, you must be open-minded and prominent in the world. However, knowledge is high and low, and knowledge is deep and wide, which is not the same! Therefore, if you don't seek a solution or despise it, the benefits will be different!

The realm is different. The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. -this is the first; I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -second; Looking for her in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light-the third one. Life is a book with wonderful pages, intoxicated pages and sad pages; Take it lightly, be normal!

After reading:

Whether drunk, drunk or drunk, it is generally a slight gentleman's wind. The world will have its own rewards, so why bother about it? Groups of pilgrims jumped into the temple, looking for divination and asking questions. How can they get the Tao? White beard, sitting quietly under the bodhi tree, whispered: Bodhi has no trees, and the mirror is not a stage; There is nothing, so there is no dust. It also seems to confirm the sentence "bloom is free, winter goes and spring comes.". Elegant and simple, calm and calm, is an aesthetic realm, the article is elegant, full of sound and emotion, friends say hello!

Half-life is alienated and spent well.

one

The pot of jasmine on the windowsill has only dead branches. I remember this time last year, it was just right in bloom. On the record, there is a shallow fragrance floating in the small room. If there is a moon, open the floor curtain, climb the wide platform and lean against the window wall.

The night is gentle and the flowers are deep. A crescent moon mark, so light through the clouds, the flowing rhyme, like green grass in the water, is full of charm. A complicated heart, a crooked eyebrow and a sad heart all sank into a furnace of incense crumbs in this silence.

Just suddenly, July passed. Standing in the midsummer night wind again, listening to the whisper of every note. No matter how you listen to it, it is a lonely desert with fireworks. Some things get old in an instant. Some injuries, no matter how deep they are hidden, will eventually surface. Time hangs in the west window in that cold silence, watching us turn white and thin in repeated time. And I, wandering in my own shadow, put away every open or closed mood. The half-life streamer has been polished to the perfection of entering the world. Growing up is really a sad thing, and it's hard to understand how to think about it. Why did you lose your baby's happy smile?

two

That night, leaning against the fence of the bridge. With the continuous rhyme of water waves, a ray of moonlight gently washes away the dust of the soul. In the intoxicated wind, the bridge smelled of grass and fireflies, and suddenly I remembered the pain of my last life. Smoke is flowing, and I am fascinated by the prosperity of this shore for three thousand miles. The left hand lost time and the right hand lost love. The moment I gently closed my palm, I clearly remember your smiling eyes, crossing that long corridor and falling on my fingertips. In the sound of knocking, can your heart watch endless swimming on the other side? Half a century ago, your warmth was still there. Before the lonely night begins, there is always leisure and sadness. At first sight in Na Yue that year, I lost my lovesickness and my wings.

After China's entry into WTO, we know that softness is red and thinness is thin. Only by tossing and turning can we know the ups and downs of life. Some people fall into the depths of memory and become sake. Some people are just the scenery outside the window, and there is no retreat. At that time, the beautiful scenery was helpless, but it always gave birth to that kind of unwarranted melancholy. Is it beautiful to the extreme, will it be desolate? Or wake up in the morning and realize that it's just vanity. Those wishes made in previous lives, attached to the humidity hidden in the darkness, came crashing at a certain moment. Like a child who can't get candy, tears streaming down her face. Tears, one by one, gradually dispersed in the wind in cool thin, only dry printed on the face. When it is, I don't remember how I lost the angel's pure silence.

three

Looking back gently, I suddenly became middle-aged.

It turned out to be colorful, and finally it was all broken. Time always whizzes by, some meet and some leave. Love is floating, love is heavy, love is thin, those who stumble, those who wander, those who complain about others, all vanished at that time. On the way, they all hurried by. Before I could enjoy the scenery carefully, I stumbled into another river. And then hold it in your hand, is it half-life bright and bleak?

Affectionate or middle-aged, not as frivolous and alienated as young people. Began to cherish love, just a faint greeting, an ordinary word, the other end of the phone, are enough to make yourself cry. I like to dry those old clothes, toss them around, and pick up the iron to iron the wrinkles that have been bent for many years. I like to hold the warmth of my old friend tightly to my chest, as comfortable as holding a colored glass bead. I like the falling flowers in bloom, the big flowers in full bloom and the Chinese New Year. No matter how thin and cool the floating life is, it is always close to youth. Who says love doesn't have to die, and Dimfragrance floats just right? Through the years of Ganges, the distance between eyes is hidden behind the promise. I only remember your initial smile, as warm as a beacon of life.

Don't come to the existing books, it will break your heart. If passion is not infatuated, I will remember this flashy period in another year. At that time, it should be another scene. Moonlight hummed all over plain clothes, and spent half my life.

The word "smoke" is used to record the end of July.

After reading:

Think of what Anne Baby wrote in last romance: "It's like sitting under a pear tree in a hotel, sipping tea and having a full moon. Love a person and be loved by him. The road is long and Xiu Yuan is awkward, and there is a simple and powerful will in my heart. " At this moment, your words decorate my dream. In these same feelings, I obviously have the same feelings as you, such as the tenderness lost in the night, the deep affection between flowers and shadows, the lingering running water, the moonlight that gently washes away the dust of the soul ... In the quiet valley, the fragrance is secret and subtle. Imagine yourself standing quietly under a pear tree, under which there is a quaint tea pavilion, and the tea smoke is curled up. I couldn't help sighing when I read your words. What beautiful words. This kind of writing, as long as a little thought, condenses into it, which is infinitely beautiful.

Autumn is like water, dreams depend on each other.

Standing on the branches of September, watching the season cool and warm with the charm of autumn. The wind is blowing bit by bit, and the clouds all over the sky become very soft and light. And the sky, at this moment, also appears exceptionally high, deep and quiet.

Walking in the depths of autumn, quietly feeling the feelings of autumn, flowing like water in my heart. Which work of Ye Er got her hands on the autumn wind and was quietly blown down by the coolness? Which butterfly whispers to the fallen leaves and entangles in the wind? The various seasons are finally rendered full by the cool autumn. And the bright yellow that flutters like a dream seems to be the most gorgeous and deepest stroke in the autumn album. One takes off and the other falls. Still like summer flowers, but who can say goodbye and who is silent?

Fade away the hot and noisy sunshine, half sad and half bright. When the silky luster reflects the sky of your destiny, I see September holding a cloud of deep affection and blessing, and interpreting a flowery sisterhood into a classic and perfection. I know that this season, there is your charming figure, and there are concerns and agreements between you and me. Those crazy memories and beauties come suddenly at the dawn and dusk of every Yun Qi moon, and then fade away gently. The only constant is the sincerity in the heart and the intersection of heart and heart.

It's amazing to miss this maple dust. How happy and joyful it is to meet such a beautiful and wonderful you at such an exciting moment! I still remember when you and I first met, the head with thin wings of an angel knocked on my heart easily. Under such an elegant sky, you are the angel who fell into the dust by mistake and came clearly. Shallow smile, dragging into a warm waterfall on your face.

From then on, my sky has your transparent wings like butterfly wings, your delicate and gentle care and care, and your persistent and forbearing appreciation and encouragement. Since then, my life has been colorful because of such an online love, and my life has been moved and passionate because of your existence.

In my impression, you have always been the woman who always writes by hand, never cares, and never makes public. You always keep the dream of falling in love with words, silently counting the fragrant flowers and plants in the garden. No matter how great the joy is, you can always take it in stride and warn me to keep a low profile and be calm. No matter how big the loss is, you just smiled indifferently and kindly told me to learn to be mature and forbear. I can't count how much expectation and joy your shining head gave me when I leaned together in so many days. Those idle chat records are full of your thoughtfulness and sincerity, and every word makes me feel like a spring breeze, which also makes me remember deeply.

It turns out that time is the best witness, to witness the trust and sincerity built up bit by bit between you and me, to witness that there is no need to be deliberate and melodramatic between you and me, and to witness that as long as we silently look at each other's heads, even if they are dim and dark, there will still be the deepest and truest concern, and there will still be a secret corner to store each other's blessings and thoughts.

I'm always glad to meet a graceful and serene woman like you in a plain clothes in a world deep in rivers and lakes. As long as I think of the name that is coming out, there will be endless warmth and warmth, filling all my loneliness and loneliness. Sister Chu Fan, is it doomed? You are the sister who lost me in the world of mortals in previous lives. Thousands of people met in the sea, and we recognized each other at a glance? Then, hand in hand * * * step, continue the eternal charm?

I like to see your simple and clean words, and I like to see the flowery artistic conception behind your words. Always moved by your super memory and meticulous observation, you always remember the days that everyone deserves to celebrate. You can always give people unexpected and unexpected surprises just right. When those who exude a faint fragrance but are full of affection come to us all the way, how can a woman as delicate as water like you not hurt her bones? Let people attach bones again?

Only in this autumn like water can we be worthy of a woman who is gentle like water. And when you cut open the deep pupil of water and look back, is all the moonlight just for you? Look at the straw wrapped in paper, but it can't reach the distance of smiling. Just because your eyebrows are so vivid, I can't open a delicate flower at my fingertips, reflecting your jade-like face and sleepless frost shadow.

Sister Chu Fan, I know that our dream has always been there, never going far, and always blooming in the dust. I know that we will continue to go hand in hand until the end, the farthest. I know that all gorgeous words can't describe the intimacy and affection between you and me. I know the world, and you make me warm and happy. I know there are still words penetrating Mo Yun, which have been quietly passing away at each other's fingertips with the beauty and warmth of the wind.

Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, but your frozen figure has always been so bright and clear. When you stand out from the crowd in the autumn whisper with a quiet and serene frost posture, I know that the fragrance of chrysanthemums everywhere is not as good as your smile. Then, let me sit in the autumn of Danxia Wei Yun, hold a pen for your birthday, and let the dreamlike friendship between you and me bloom in the Tang Dynasty. And you finally stopped in the depths of time and smiled at me. Since then, we have been holding hands and dreaming of each other.

PS: Sister Chu Fan, thank you for waiting for me at the crossroads of time. Let's join hands with the world of mortals and see the flowers on earth. Thank you for accompanying me, comforting me and encouraging me all the way. You know, the truest and deepest concern and blessing will never leave. Please allow me to hold words as lush as water in such a cool season, so that Chu Meng * * * me, this life, depends on each other.

After reading:

A season, witness a beautiful and beautiful love. Such as water eyes, with only a little smile, they are drunk with years and the world of mortals. A woman who always writes her mind is moved by the autumn wind. And the fragrant words and friendship of pen and ink finally bloom flowers of yearning and blessing in autumn. Beautiful writing is flowing, picturesque! ! !

Because I can't write too much, I won't write. Be sure to supplement the essence! ! !

Thank you! ! !