Leave silently.
Took the yellow leaves.
Took away the refreshing sky.
Leaving only the raging winter
Frozen, Qianshan.
Frozen thousands of waters
expect
Greetings from next autumn. ...
autumn
Trees, leaving yesterday's lush,
Today, yellow and desolation have become your face.
In this autumn,
So it quietly approached someone else's diary.
Leaves, floating down, very free and easy,
But I didn't know it carried Ye Er's attachment to roots.
Birds wander in the blue sky,
Every piece is a tear for people.
Lying quietly where it belongs,
Let the autumn wind blow gently.
Poetry,-"Red leaves and yellow flowers in late autumn,
A journey of a thousand miles. Where the clouds go, no letter will return to the flood.
Where can I send books? Tears are endless,
The red label is colorless. "
Iraqis are on the water side, and autumn is a poem of missing.
Man, in autumn,
Taste the taste of autumn,
Nostalgia, with its profound charm,
In autumn, there is a figure overlooking the lake.
It's a girl's memory of brushing her bow in front of a wooden mirror.
Rain, gently swirling. It feels good to lift it.
There is warmth in my heart, only because of the care from afar.
A tree, a fallen leaf, a poem,
A person, a shower,
In late autumn, the past and feelings flowing in the river of years are strung on the bamboo pole and patted gently.
There is a smell of dust in the warm sunshine.