Just last night, the leaves really fell.
One maple leaf after another, with the coolness of autumn.
With the wind, blowing in a dream and thought, gently.
I know, I pray.
From the point of view of nature, there is not a green leaf.
On another green leaf, except for sweet raindrops and wet dewdrops.
Only green is accompanied by green, and the swaying palms brush the clouds in the animation day together.
The only standing trunk and nature sing loudly. But a piece of autumn leaves finally fell.
Which is unforgettable yesterday, and which is the journey of folding wings and flying obliquely?
Which is a dreamlike interpretation of life, and which is an unforgettable feeling of life?
I didn't expect it in my life, I didn't say hello in my life, and the dew dripped and curled up.
The Millennium moon of fate, for whom it falls quietly, and for whom it rises pleasantly.
Say goodbye to the colorful season and the depths of the trembling years. Who was the first pioneer to ride against the wind?
Dancing the color of dragons on the land handed down from generation to generation.
Standing in the sky, who wants to finally wait in the boundless cold current?
Roll up the charm of the East and look up at the sky in the lonely time and space.
Facing the candlelight and the fallen leaves everywhere, I was covered with secular dust.
Jump into the white lotus, sit still in the autumn leaves, and penetrate the songs of childhood.
Autumn leaves drifting journey
Quite critical, knowledge tree. More and more green.
In the rhythm of nature, in the quiet and profound nature, deep and high.
Put the legend and quality of trees on the branches in rural Shan Ye.
Or a city street with thunder and lightning, a mottled heart.
From leaves to branches, from branches to roots, it is not to show off the twists and turns of the journey.
The glory of self is just a flag of the soil.
In the first and last moments of life, call for warm sunshine.
An autumn leaf, so it really fell.
In yesterday's dream, in my waiting.
With the coolness of autumn, with the wind, gently, without the wind.
Not resting in the clouds, but reflecting the persistence of the years on the eternal season river.
Turn the complex from generation to generation into a crane that breeds life or the ultimate life.
Autumn leaves have fallen, and it is another cycle of life. Thank you, I hope it will be adopted ~ ~ ~