The car was speeding on the highway, and it was drizzling outside the window. I haven't seen such a continuous autumn rain for a long time, and I have the illusion that time has been lengthened. Sad rain fell from the sky, just like a pearl with a broken line, blurring the building at the moment and decorating the autumn clothes.
I always like to appreciate the length of autumn rain from this angle. In this quiet place of late autumn, I savored the misty and poetic autumn rain. The windless sky and the faint autumn rain fluttered in the silent flower-like sky, bringing a little coolness to this restless world. The lush forest greedily sucks the last nectar of this autumn, trying to bloom the last beauty before the north wind is fierce; Before the leaves fall, release the last spring flowers and autumn fruits. When all is silent, even autumn water kisses the still prosperity, touches the vastness of all things, and steps away from each other. When the sun is shining here tomorrow, who will remember the dancing of autumn rain today, and when the autumn wind is bleak, who will remember the elegance of autumn rain today? Habits are always forgotten in stages, and once beautiful things pass by again and again in forgetting. Starry eyes in a reluctant autumn eyes, the whole autumn youth is floating in the silence at this moment, as light as a dream, a kind of blue and white spread everywhere, unable to resist. In this strange autumn rain, those deja vu feelings come to mind, past thoughts and thoughts drift far or near, and soft feelings are endlessly exiled with the weak beat of the rain. Yu Yan green in such a flowing autumn rhyme is so within reach. Looking at some vague mountains and rivers in the distance, the fragrance of the long-lost and familiar hometown solidified in the rain in an instant, and the thoughts buried deep in the boundless drift were infinitely magnified at this moment. At this moment, I feel those parting thoughts scattered in the wind are so vivid, and the tears on my face tell my deepest thoughts. The imprint of that mountain and water has already penetrated into the bone marrow under the carving of years. The autumn smoke and the rain are engraved in every night's dream. No matter how you sleep for a thousand years, no matter how vicissitudes of life are barren, there is always a place to heal, a scenery to look up to, and a yearning to be persistent.
Enjoy the thick fragrance of this autumn rhyme and look for those forgotten memories and lost beauty in the drizzle. No matter how far you look, you can't find the one you used to know in such a strange place. Thoughts drift away from homesickness like water, and familiar songs come from my ears, repeatedly singing those blue hearts that transcend autumn rhyme.
The second one:
Feeling depressed, dreaming and leaning on flowers. A piece of paper is fragrant, and the garden is full of flowers in the quiet night. -Inscription.
Silent night, stepping on the clear moonlight and looking at the peach blossoms all over the house, awakened me to spring.
Whose flute is singing softly, and the fragrance is floating around, as if it was in a previous life and fell on a distant mountain. The sound of the strings is melodious as nature, tender as water, and the soul is returning home with the most beautiful dance, with wide sleeves and outstanding charm.
The garden is full of flowers, flowing water and gentle voice. Looking back, Ying Ying smiled, the flowers were warm, the fingers were gently folded and twisted, a piece of paper crossed, and the flowers were leisurely in the dream.
Quiet meditation, quiet Philip Burkart. Look at these flowers, how beautiful they are! I'm gentle, and I'm sad. I bowed my head in thought, smiled, touched the fragrance of dreams and listened to the flute. In the moonlight, I seem to be silent, standing alone like a pure lotus.
I really want to greet you with the attitude of lotus flowers, full of attachment to weak water, and whisper for you in the aftersound. I really want to get close to you gently and open a lotus heart like snow, so gentle and pious, just like looking for spiritual conversion. Will be graceful and graceful, full of paper style; Twist the moonlight for three minutes to make a lace. Let fate drift and the fate of dust wander, but you can't escape the smoke in the depths of the ocean. .......
The tenderness around my fingers has entangled my lifelong attachment. Looking at the Millennium courtyard, the heavy door is still locked. Listening to the wind, flowers bloom and fall, but are you pulling the strings in a low voice?
Dreaming of the horizon, the blooming season, alone in the empty courtyard; Dyed the acacia between my eyebrows, your shadow is as light as smoke, but it is always in my distance. I used my soft fingers to slim, crossed the willows on the other side, and flew over the dust of the Millennium with a wisp of breeze. Lying drunk with you in the fragrant painting building, between the dream flowers ......
A court is flying with flowers and dancing the bright moon, standing in a dream among flowers, the breeze is blowing and the sound is far away. A trace of nostalgia is boundless. I picked a soft string and sent a court of flying flowers to Ran Ran, which disturbed the nightmare on a moonlit night.
Green and spring are warm, and bonus is drunk. Broken shadows, the rhythm of dreams, the softness and charm of the moon, the beautiful burning beauty, the graceful and graceful, the glass of dreams, and the flower show. ...
The third one:
Xiao Feng remnant chapter, broken romance.
Tea show
Shower breaks, flowers hide stones, rouge thrushes on stones, fine evening breeze, the same moon, and the west wind has been wrong for many years.
The tea leaves sigh lightly, the maple leaves miss makeup several times, and the catkins are tearful. Who promised to give me a warm coat on such a cool night? This time, do you know that you are so cold?
Staring at it, twisting it carefully, a frame of bamboo shadow opens into an immortal flower at the tip of the pen. Once in the splendor, there was a silent meeting, the flow of a natural heart, the timid smile of flowers, the clear sound of lotus feet and broken grass, and the shadow fell. I am looking forward to seeing the bright moon elsewhere, and the mountains are clean.
Holding hands, I caress a piece of Sauvignon Blanc for you, and my feelings will always accompany me. I miss you endlessly, dancing the sleeves of clouds for you, and my two hearts will always be tied together. The autumn wind has passed, the leaves rustle endlessly, the night light meteor quietly falls into the dusk, the solitary sail floats into the distance, the clear water gurgles, the osprey leaves the string and stays in the river, and the cold river sends Qiu Yu several times. The beauty on both sides of the strait is old, the setting sun is still there, and the flowers in Tianshui are intertwined, awakening the drunken dim eyes, sending the boat to the river, and the heart is like flying catkins, and acacia has lost its moon.
The most beautiful picture yesterday, when you look at it again, is dim light and misty dust at your fingertips. However, I still confuse people's eyes with my vaguely discernible gentleness. Raise your eyebrows, deep in the leaves, for whom will the flowers wither? Half window dream, a wisp of enchanting dream. In the dust, fireworks cannot be cut.
You know, the candle in the mirror shines with red makeup, and the face you expect will be old in an instant. Stained with sadness and indistinguishable scars, I reached out and brushed my hair slightly. Tears on my cheeks, like beads, fell on the piano platform, knocking over my thoughts, splashing melancholy and floating gently in the wind with dust.
I despise your heart, but it turned out to be just a dream flower, a sad love. A world of flowers, a clear autumn in a season. In the afterlife, no longer for flowers. The string is broken, dancing the last song, drinking the poison of pigeons, carved on the green leaves, please don't forget, one leaf is a bodhi.
Black robe
Wu Zhui horse, Jin Gejian, whip horse ride all over the world, sandstorm beyond the Great Wall, Guan Shanyue, all the geese in the world must be happy.
Seeing the moonlit night again, Caleb was deeply disappointed. I miss Xiao Xuan's windows, stone railings, fragrant flowers floating in the inkstone, singing and dancing, poetry, tea and blue, and envy of Yuanyang.
Convergence of thoughts, smile, loneliness;
Exiles sigh, frown, endless thoughts.
Xu Lai, a cool breeze, let the dazzling thoughts wander around Qinhuai, stroll in the drizzly bluestone alley, sit quietly by the West Lake, and listen to the ancient whispers.
Still slightly worried, the alley, the tea girl greeted with tenderness, and the octagonal stone table sang acacia songs. "The Muhe River is cold and blue, and the road is long." The sunset in the flower dock is oblique, and the flowers in the sunset dock are falling. There is no customer worry, and there is no customer worry. Sobering up is like being drunk. "Tell each other endless love.
I want to stop here, but I don't think it's getting dark and cold, and the moonlight is bleak. I want to play the flute, but my voice is hoarse! Zeng Yue; The string is broken, the flute is silent, the flute is cracked and people die.
The waning moon is in the sky, looking up at the death nebula, allowing sadness to spread. Thousands of years of reincarnation and ten thousand years of practice, you have to meet a sad woman with lilacs. But Yi Deng left sorrow, separated by Yin and Yang.
In the autumn wind, not only the green leaves wither, but also a glass heart.
Love war
God has learned the lessons from the past, but it is just floating dust, ignoring that I can't breathe because of pain, and I am infected with the poison of love in the poppy flowers.
It's romantic. Leng Yue is as cold as ice. A pot of muddy wine, a flute, and a flower festival swayed lightly.
My obsession will not fade with the pain. Just like our love, it won't die with time. Remember, the flute in your arms has sounded in this world for you.
Tears dim, lilacs fade early. The strings are broken and the cold flute is cracked. Whoever pulls sadness on me will leave pain on me. There is no parting hate, no mourning resentment, only two lines of sad tears that others can't see through. ...
I like these three paragraphs very much. How about going upstairs O(∩_∩)O~