Qiu, will you come back? /The grass is green
Snowflakes fall, confusing the dream.
I was shocked to realize that the autumn in my heart had faded away from its makeup.
The charming red is all over the place.
That golden yellow, one bottle.
Leave it to the wind, chanting it over and over again.
It must be a deep nostalgia, after all, I am carrying that maple red
It is like red lips, which hurts my eyes.
The prosperity passes by in a flash, but it is just a matter of Xumiru.
A drop of ink, following the veins of the leaves, instantly revealed the dead branches and old vines.
At dusk, the clear stream is like a mirror, reflecting the peaks full of thoughts.
I can’t even remember what it was like when I first met him.
I only remember the mountains and green mountains, as quiet and elegant as the drunken breeze.
As soon as you take a sniff, you will find that the fragrance is so strong that it cannot be melted away.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw maple red that was so bright that I couldn’t see through it.
She is like a white bird, holding time as a thread and embroidering the golden autumn along the thick autumn.
When he leaned against the stone, she accompanied him to listen to the cicadas in the wind.
He strummed the strings, and she played the flute and flute.
When he inspired words, she embroidered the mountains and rivers.
The trails in late autumn are covered with red leaves.
Every leaf is covered with little favorites passed down from heart to heart.
The sparse shadows are slanting, as if walking into the Book of Songs
Beauty is the dream at this moment.
In fact, she still likes winter in her heart.
The flying snow in the sky is as quiet as the graceful flying sky carved on the cliff.
There is no trace of ambiguity in the clear black and white sky.
She is a person who advocates simplicity.
Simple enough to just like purity.
Just like the narcissus on the table, it is as calm as a puddle of clear water.
Roots and stems, flowers and leaves are all clearly visible.
No matter how turbulent the world is, it cannot cover up the pure beauty in her eyes.
Flowers love water, water loves flowers, and they are spotless.
Autumn, will you come back?
She subconsciously asked the sky.
The sky was silent, as if it had already lost its Zen power.
Under the moonlight, she stroked the loneliness of a firewood leaf and smiled to herself.
She knows that she is not a tree full of flowers;
nor is she an everlasting green coriander beside the water.
She is a white bird flying in the sky, a snowflake.
Every flower is the loneliness that has lived for thousands of years.
Once it falls, it is the decisive step to abandon it.
But she is still waiting, waiting for the legend of immortality under the bodhi tree.
I don’t know which life’s promise was carved on the Sansheng Stone.
On the road to reincarnation, we will carry the soul of a maple leaf with us.
In the future, the autumn water will last long------
She will be better than the snow in white clothes. , as clear as water.
His blue shirt is as elegant as the sky.