Along the way, the gentle songs in the headset don't stop, looking at the scenery passing by slowly outside the window, thinking about whether the memories are played back in my mind like this?
The flowers of Manzusha on the other side of the lake bloomed unscrupulously all the way, and I met by chance. I saw the legendary flowers on the other side of the lake, which bloomed on the other side and never met each other in circulation, much like the faint sadness that included the old days in youth. I didn't speak, stopped, and the flowers that didn't bloom in pieces gave the world a lot of sadness.
Walking on a quiet path, the wind blows, and the pool full of lotus seeds has been lowered, leaving green leaves to listen to the rain. Corner, overlooking, that lonely lotus standing in the water, I stood quietly, swaying alone in the water, like you very stubborn.
how can people pick up sadness when it falls all over the floor? Those once green years are suddenly too far away to touch. You write his name back and forth on the paper; You think of her quietly when the moon is low; You write melancholy alone in the silent night.
I met one article after another. I stopped talking. I just listened quietly and listened to everyone's stories. Osmanthus fragrans on the roadside quietly blooms. Autumn has come, and it is another year of autumn sorrow. Autumn is a season of melancholy, and it is not words that hurt autumn, but a heart that is full of sorrow.
Counting the past events buried in my heart that I never forget, I wrote down tears, sighs, worries, and the flowers that pervaded this season. Never stop to admire anything, never listen to anything, never write a word for anyone. The door of my heart is locked forever, and the waiting person hasn't come yet, but the years are getting old bit by bit. The sigh in the old days reminds me again and again.
The calm lake surface, with occasional dragonflies, makes a little ripple, and also evokes a series of past events. Buried deep in my mind, the gentle call reminds me quietly over and over again.
The fleeting time has passed, leaving only a touch of sadness. Dare not to recall, unwilling to recall, unable to recall. How sad is, only you know; There are many sorrows, and only you can understand them.
The light smoke has lightened this season's Jiangnan, this season's waiting, this season's missing, this season's caring and this season's encounter
Why are people thin? Which party, Supa, embroidered for whom? Who wrote that piece of missing paper for?
autumn has come, is your heart still melancholy? I want you to go out of the door, pick up a ginkgo leaf and look at this golden world; Appreciate a chrysanthemum and look at this elegant world.
autumn is coming, so don't worry about it! Listen to a favorite song, eat some favorite dishes and watch some favorite TV. In this sad time of autumn wind and autumn rain, stop being sad, stop crying, stop being melancholy, sing a song for life, and sing a song for yourself.
A person and a group of people, together, have a season of autumn with no worries.