An encounter is doomed to a fate, and the flower edge forms a wish, and there must be cause and effect. The heart is jingling, the words are guiding, and it falls into nature in the autumn night. A feeling that resonates with the heart transcends reality, dives into autumn colors and whispers into poetry. The soul belongs, you have my dancing clothes, and I have your complaints, reading, reading, romantic Tanabata, obsession with the silver platform, matching my heart, endless immortality. I thought I could be "indifferent to my ambition, quiet and far-reaching", snickering at the so-called self-cultivation and quiet, but I was lost in the intoxicated and sincere world of thinking about you. Between gains and losses, just like the moral of autumn leaves, green leaves get the beauty of quietness. Although the leaves fall, they are the harvest after the wind and rain. Perhaps, emotions are also fresh, and the beauty of passing by love makes people learn to stay and wait persistently. Because love for love's sake, love, shout it out.
Legend has it that through the ages, the most beautiful marriage, for whom does the flower soul cry? Drunk for who? Autumn is dusty, nostalgic, nostalgic, in the end, who remembers who? Who forgot who? Who's hiding from whom? Who hurt who? Who reads who? Who understands who? Who thought of who? Read it for a thousand times for who is not tired? Who prays for whose life? Ask yourself, this is destiny takes a hand, and it is also the whisper of autumn. Love or not, the heart is here; Love can't go far between thinking and not thinking.
Autumn is dyed, mountains and rivers cover the sky, summer fails to live up to spring, and autumn bid farewell to summer feelings. It's finally here. The autumn rain is cool, the scenery is bleak, Dante mourns alone, the crane mourns, sitting in the courtyard watching flowers, enjoying the floating clouds, missing and resenting, and finally returning home with its yearning and expectation, which is touching, gratifying and deplorable. Yuan Ting once dug a cinnabar in the center of the sea, and buried the flower seeds deep and moist. In spring, they went to Qiu Lai, and the garden fairy was full of green leaves and youth. White petals, white and elegant; Yellow stamens, falling words give birth to fragrance. A smell, become attached; Second, smell and love; Three smells drive you crazy. Because Mei Hongao comes from bitter cold, Ling Bo always smells sweet when he explores the moon. However, it's too late for Qiu Ci to be sad, and it's too late for bloom, because the dusty heart is dying of old age to wake up bloom, and love is disheartened to wait for bloom to laugh. Nowadays, autumn flowers sneak into the night, which is warm and moving. However, before autumn came, Xia Xue had frozen his heart. Who abandoned whose beautiful waiting? Whose heart awakened whose soul? Whose so-called reserve and arrogance hurt whose heart?
Qiu Si, the coolness lurks, the east wind has been defeated, and the meaning rhyme was there. Because of the warmth of spring and the lack of love in summer, there is a regret song about autumn leaves falling. Tonight, I miss cigarettes and drink wine to my son, so my heart naturally has an appointment with autumn night. With notes as the visual carrier, I turn the past back to tenderness, and then, I am indifferent, silent and aware. Born on earth, everyone is tired of dust and slips of the tongue. Some things that enter the heart and lungs will not be forgotten clockwise. Those torn passions left scars in their hearts and formed autumn wounds. Investigating all causes and effects is tiring for people, hearts and feelings. Heart, nowhere to put, lonely wandering into melancholy, tangled into a place of missing, some people can't wait, some feelings can't wait, why bother? Why bother? No wonder Buddhist language has given us a complete emptiness. The original intention is that the world should know how to let go and see through when it is overwhelmed. But my love for you has a long history and is unforgettable, not to mention the attraction between two hearts, the interaction of inspiration and the induction of every second. Let go or see through?
Autumn rhyme, people meet fate, love into the heart, love into the lungs, from strong to weak or from weak to strong, all because of the heart, blooming love, my heart * * *. Love is the soul, the feeling, the interaction, the tenderness, and the unrealized love between two people. Therefore, if water does not enter the fragrant mud, the wood will die naturally, and Shui Mu Nianhua is a family. Who dares to speak out of turn? Only who doesn't care about who. Now that the five elements belong to the sea, you are willing to catch cold. Is it necessary to experience and test a heart with Qiu Si's sigh, so that we can finally embrace each other as we wish? How long do you want that heart to freeze because of waiting?
Affection, a look, a greeting, a little smile, a habitual message, whether you are here or not, everything is accumulated bit by bit, love at first sight is doomed, so cherish it, so wait. "I don't know, I don't meet." No, it's only because you know me and I know you, and it's only because we unconsciously walked into our hearts that we have such sad thoughts. It's natural, involuntary and uncontrollable. Ask the autumn wind, why do flowers always don't understand the green of leaves? All because of pride and reserve. Ask autumn wind, love for fragrance, flowers and leaves, who will wait for who for a long time, until it hurts, until bloom withers? Autumn wind is like scissors, not heartless. Don't forget that the delicate artistic conception of red makeup on the branches has the warmth of the branches. Meeting is destiny takes a hand, companionship is the root, and wishful thinking comes from the fate planted by love at first sight. It's worth missing this life. Who is the bonus for? Who is Ye Lu for? It turns out that the other mandala is not the agreed separation, but the perfection of Huanong Ye.
The language of autumn is sweet, love is sacred, love fascinates you, invisible gravity attracts many loving lives and deaths, and deduces many joys and sorrows. Who is Bloom for? Who does Hua Xie blame? Beauty and sadness, feeling is the most real, it is a yardstick to measure the depth of feelings. Autumn wind blows, the fragrance is overflowing, two hearts, the touch of hurt and understanding, a girl without sadness finally loves you, cherishes you, misses you, hurts you, caresses the flowery clothes hidden deep in her heart. Colorful autumn colors, Tanabata mood, as long as you are good, I am good. In autumn, I read nonsense, and the flower city is sad. Perhaps, with the experience of empathy and the occasional taste of lotus, we can understand the truth of what happened, which is three points bitter, three points reading, three points cooking and three points sweet. Autumn is lingering, autumn, please remember the beauty of the past, don't wither the sentence "forget me" In autumn, please also freeze the complex of "worry-free girl" in this season. In autumn, please leave the roses that bloom in spring and summer, because I am standing at the intersection and giving them to the person I am waiting for. Even if it hurts, please don't fade. Miss autumn, miss autumn, just for the beauty of flowers, flowers, shadows, faint fragrance and heart fragrance, fragrance and fragrance, deep affection.
Autumn crossing, Tanabata night, my love, your confession, two hearts ashore, two constellations, the Queqiao Club, a piece of autumn water, a note missing your heart in autumn, a feeling of drunkenness, crossing a river with autumn water, a deduction of eternal love, the autumn moon west building, waiting for you to see you, not drunk. Do you know that?/You know what? In fact, the scene of early autumn and sexual temperament are all caused by the word "truth". Do you know that?/You know what? Without you, I sleep alone in the cold abyss, afraid to wake up, afraid that my heart will hurt when I wake up, you know, I know. Heart, empty and sad, chanting, why should my perfume be irrigated? Tired, hurt, wait, understanding is understanding, time is like water, there are always regrets, if you are well, it will be sunny. Returning to Hongdu Sanxiang, life is duckweed, peace of mind is the destination, and knowing in my heart is perfection. Autumn wind, although the silent breath is a little cold, but always say to yourself: be calm, lose indifference, be fair and comfortable, let nature take its course, and have a good mood, you have to be calm, comfortable and smile. In autumn, I watched Valentine's Day in China. I don't feel sad. I don't like it. I tell the truth. I tell the truth. I just hope that all lovers will be well.