The wind cut through a corner of the coldness, revealing a bit of coolness in the silent morning light.
My mind is at the junction of night and day, and I accept everything in a way of worrying about gains and losses. The connection between fate and destiny ends in destruction.
On windy days, I hear the fallen leaves crying in a poem, but no one is willing to lend it a word of comfort.
Autumn Rain Blowing the heartbreaking tune, urging the old tree to let go of its lushness,
The withered vine was silent for a long time, reluctant to let go, and took off the golden silk shirt...
My heart sank. In the collapsed emotions, no matter how far away the desolate west wind blew, they refused to come back to their senses
The laughter of love was smeared with a spell in a disaster, and it began to be depressed,
Life is like a dream, touching the veins on the palm, once eroded by wind and frost, the coldness aches,
Weave a five-color ribbon to bind this sinking heart, and retreat in winter,
< p> Twist through the beads ground like bone, and be reborn in the sound of Sanskrit...Time has yellowed the fate of the impeller and cannot ease Qiusuo's death.
The heart is locked in the autumn, and the key is accidentally twisted into a strand of unfeeling.
Sincerity and autumn are like snakes, hopeless. Caught by a cold wind,
Feelings close the fence in the autumn frost, and place love in the fence.
The frost and dew banish the cold smoke of the ridge, making the lost eyes invisible. The joy of survival...
The passing wind blew a hole in the window lattice,
beating a rhythmless beat, inviting me to find the refuge of my soul together,
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The autumn rain weaves sadness diagonally, turning the resentment in the belly into a row of new words,
In the autumn frost, wrap the scarf around the neck tightly, and let the coldness hit,
Walking in a person's time, loneliness is my only companion...
My self, in the light, whispers my name,
Dried by an open fire , that wet dream,
A change of late autumn and early winter, can not help but feel the chill,
Pick up the desolation in the ground, buy a piece of clothes for the ruthless,
The voice of grazing, what overflows in my heart, is the shadow of the sad autumn, gradually disappearing...