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? When the bleak autumn wind strikes again, the yellow leaves on the ground are gently brushed up and fall to the ground, helpless and lonely. I sat quietly on the porch and watched all this-the long dance of fallen leaves.
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Sitting for a long time, my eyes are sore, so I gently close my eyes and lean against the red lacquer stump next to me.
She is dressed in plain clothes, with a bun tied gently behind her head, and a plain silver hairpin inserted obliquely in the bun, which is clear but not complicated, beautiful but not gorgeous, beautiful but not gorgeous. She doesn't wear sachets or brocade, but at a glance she can see that she is a noble and scholarly person. However, her sad face and faint frown set off her pale cheeks and trembling eyebrows, just like the lotus leaf in the water. If Qiu Ju likes to frown and smile alone, then her pale face is redder and thinner. Thought: thin lips are like bad luck?
I couldn't help feeling disappointed and bowed my head and sighed.
When I looked up at her again, she had disappeared in the haze. I looked around, only to find that she was standing beside the pile of fallen leaves, slowly and gently bending over, fingers slightly open, picking up one of the residual leaves and standing for a long time. I got up, crossed the porch and stood beside her. Her face is crystal clear, how unreal it is, and there are several degrees of love and hate. I want to reach out and touch her frown, so as not to break this stunning beauty and the sadness of Chiba. I stepped back and looked at her old face. Suddenly, I felt a kind of sadness and sorrow around her, like frost, like cold snow. At this time, the breath spread around from her whole body. His red lips trembled, and he pointed to the leaves and murmured, his voice whirling like a valley: "Look for it, it is deserted, it is sad." It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his being late? Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. ? Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence! "
My voice faded away, and my figure faded away. I hurried forward and saw the tears on her cheeks. I want to reach out and try, but no one is there. Only the leaves in her hand fell, and the crystal tears fell on the floor. I reached out and stopped in my palm. I also felt a sudden autumn silence, which went deep into my heart and stabbed my bones. My body began to tremble and get cold. ...
Suddenly I said "well burned", I opened my eyes and had a dream. It is raining in Mao Mao in the air. I looked at Yu Jun in red, and he chuckled, "I fell asleep here, and all the leaves fell on me." Say that finish, I brushed a residual leaf from my shoulder. I saw it floating and falling, and suddenly I felt that it was the one in my dream. After landing, there was a water mark next to the leaves, and I couldn't help but get a fright!
Suddenly, he felt sour in his heart. "This scenery is just suitable for Yi 'an search. It's cold and sunny ... "
"Hey, is Yi An unlucky?"
"No, Yi Ansheng has many lovers, just asking that the world is too thin and cool."
I wanted to write lyrics for Yi 'an, and I thought about it for a long time, and it also turned into a song: "Wear the red chamber corridor, and the ancient trees are rustling and cool in autumn." The autumn wind is cool, the moon is hidden at dusk, and Yi 'an stays alone. The breeze at night is cold, and I leave this world with a sigh, feeling very thin. The world is very thin, how lonely and how wandering. "
It turns out that life is easy and life is safe.
The rain stopped the wind and slowly blew through the courtyard. The dead leaves fell again, and the dance started again, spinning and falling.