When illusion becomes the only belief/
When fanaticism retreats to wandering/
Look up at a bright moon/
Moonlight is like water/
Water becomes ocean/
Rowing/
Shake into the silent sea/
Vast sea/
I don't know where to go/
Seek, faith is the real paradise in dreams/
The guide is a faint fragrance in the distance/
Floating, floating/
The other side you want to reach is always at arm's length, out of reach/
Even on the same boat/
Deep blessing:/
Friend, please don't get lost/
Sadness:
The lake is already sparse in winter.
Without a lush summer,
No fragrant flowers,
The sparse Woods seem to tell the story of its once lush life.
I can't feel the warm summer breeze,
No lingering lights in the lake, no buzzing of summer insects.
The Ghost Waving is an old man's dream.
Years slip away in melancholy and yearning and end in lingering.
The cold wind hangs on the thin branches,
Dancing the farewell dance with disappointment,
A pain is eating my soul,
The lost years hide in the grave and sing.
The frozen lake is like a crystal scattered all over the floor in the cold moonlight.
Shining with a beautiful shimmer ...
When water freezes, it will melt quietly.
Gone, but left a tear-free acacia.
& lt autumn dusk >
An ancient dark ship.
Approaching slowly
My eyesight
The leaves sang a metallic chorus.
Touch our hearts
Become a silent butterfly
Dancing dusk
Leaves move in all directions.
Like my brother.
A celebration away from music and roses
No more singing for vagrancy
I can't escape.
Frost and cold in the twilight
With the cry of Western jackdaw in the west
Drowned my last garrison
It is also the original vertex.
The cold wind scattered the birds' feathers.
It's a long way home.
Even farther than the hometown of leaves.
Dusk stops at the dry bottom.
Keep distance
In the dim light
I am a yellow leaf.
A sentence deleted by the autumn wind
There is such persistence
At dusk in autumn
There is only one direction
This is the only way and purpose.
Destined for all my efforts
Just so that I can go smoothly before dark.
reach
An idea sharper than teeth.
I don't need to hide my tears.
Leaves are like a powerful army.
Lead autumn to evacuate quickly.
I walked past a cemetery in the sunset.
See the sunshine in the distance.
Clever use of late-maturing flowers
kiss
I still vaguely heard it.
Golden stamens
Fall into the girl's eyes.
Open a few sweet dreams
Illuminate the autumn night
Is it okay?