When crossing the autumn, the breeze is there.
Hiding behind a clear word, the morning glory is still blooming, and a story on the fence begins to turn yellow.
In fact, it was just a turn, and the eyebrows of the wind began to wet the moss marks on the stars.
Qiu Lai, the wind is coming, the vines that have just washed their eyes. I woke up the maple red sleeping in the depths of the years. You're not here.
Quiet, just pick up what's in your sleeve.
Autumn is foggy.
I'm a Hakkas, for the world of mortals.
I often meditate, learn Zen and practice silently, since the enlightenment. And I don't know, sneaking into the collar when it's cool, the frost will be thick.
My heart returned to the country, and I woke up and slept. Falling in English is colorful. Use one place, touch one place and wander around one place.
The breeze can't read. I planted my thoughts and it began to rain outside the window. Who knows? Don't you get it?
Or, the wind chimes at the door, chanting the wind.
2, cut off
A person, through the years.
Autumn, behind, dusk clouds.
It's all me. I feel spontaneous and emotional when I cry, and bow my head when I'm worried. You are silent, or you don't understand.
Actually, you know the way. So, in the astringent look back, I have to cut off a wall of missing.
Shallow, accustomed, a kind of alienation.
In fact, reserve is actually very hurtful.
In fact, caring is actually a tear hanging in the corner of my eye.
Actually, I'm dizzy. You can't see it. I pretend I don't feel it.
This summer, the rain is pitiful.
When the autumn wind blows, all the scenery begins to find relief in a kind of fatigue and a kind of weakness.
Fall with the autumn wind, indifferent and calm.
Letting go is always a relief. Not just liberation.
Let go, the mood and life must be simple and clean, and the water waves must not be blue.
Put it down, there must be a small bridge running water, a porridge and a meal.
The stars set in Yun Qi, and the wind was cool.
Disrupt the order of notes.
In the name of the breeze, in the name of fallen leaves
3, autumn, untitled
Untitled, actually speechless.
Just like meditation and meditation on the lotus seat.
Some people bow down before the Buddha, and piety is just a kind of inner conversion.
I am more like a bird, knowing how to put the night in the nest.
That night, there was wind and you.
Your shallow smile, like a lotus, has time to touch it.
In those days, they fell to the ground.
At the moment, I am standing on the balcony, autumn wind and autumn fog.
There are autumn flowers and Qiu Feng, but life is so long without you.
Your story is beginning to fall apart. The moonlight you gave me disappeared in the shadow of the wind.
It is you. When you leave in autumn, whose silence hurts who?
It can be seen that the sadness hidden in the autumn leaves disturbs the silence of the years. You know, the smoke condensed by autumn water, the sigh caught?
Cut it into pieces and look at each other.