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The frost shines autumn fragrance at the right time. Blue sky Wan Li. Yin Ying, listen to Cang Hao. Rhyme is heart to heart. Shinohara in the frosty starry night. Show the shallow tide, the wind is there, and the rain is pouring.
The heart of autumn is in the splendor of the branches and the wind. In my spare time, I gave a clear autumn flower last night in the dusty and frosty reading season, holding the palm of my hand to bloom with autumn fragrance, and singing along the window porch in the morning light with moonlight. Fold for a period of time, the fragrance of a window hits the breath under the cool eaves leisurely in your fingers, and all of them are painted with blue moon and half-written stars with footsteps.
Drunk in autumn, my body and mind are gently shaken in the soft autumn, my eyes are clear and transparent, and Qiong Yao goes deep into the sky, looking for leisure in a weightless and soft way. Bright and clean colors make autumn deeply blurred in the mist of tulle, and rich magic brews fresh and elegant warmth and freshness. Feeling the autumn in the city may not be as vivid as the green mountains and green waters, but the breath of life contains a format of attitude towards life. Thought has already meditated deeply to feel the beauty of mountains and tall buildings.
It seems that if there are autumn leaves, there is no symbol of autumn, and the most beautiful scenery is that when autumn leaves fall, they are covered with the whole winding path, and they lightly step on the poetic calm, and the faint fragrance continues, and loneliness and joy quietly overflow. . . I like this kind of loneliness without others' care, which flows slowly and melts in a natural situation, as if dancing on a very colorful carpet. A piece of soft and fragrant bathed in limbs, warm.
Autumn fragrance permeates, bursts of autumn arouse the ripples in the heart lake, and then sing clear thoughts, and the quiet and bleak early autumn is condensed between the light wrists. Plain clothes swayed gently, and her kiss xiu was fragrant, silent and happy. The vicissitudes of the treetops at the bottom of my heart made her vigorous and melancholy, without fresh colors, but with fragrant breath, fell in love with the vicissitudes of autumn and fell lonely in the tranquility of vicissitudes.
This kind of quiet intoxication from the soul, autumn strings play between body and mind, and enthusiasm is shattered. In the process of plucking, the graceful voice is gently embraced, and the aftertaste on the other side will be used to understand life. The boundless sky gradually removed the wind and rain and washed away the flashy publicity. Listen to the autumn song and tell the story of a butterfly with broken wings, flying in the distance and in the misty rain.
A piece of autumn water is as prosperous as the sky, but it is quiet and transparent. The pale sky hanging down slightly hurts innocent hearts in the feeling. The breeze sends the window eaves, and the maple fragrance is sent in season, which has a kind of dust-free vastness. Time is so quiet, the mood is so cool and breezy, the heart has a thousand words, the cup is full of autumn colors to late autumn, and the lingering years can be described as: the heart of wood is not rustling, and the breeze is fragrant and ethereal. Jiangnan happens to be rippling with dew, and the singing is light and dusty.
At the beginning, my heart was in autumn dust, and the world was full of vicissitudes. Simple cups curl, the fragrance of knowledge lingers, and duckweed-filled autumn scenery is gradually opening up. The warm feeling is boundless and directionless, and my heart is full of autumn waters, but the plot of drifting away is faint, silently listening to the sound of rain and falling rain, silently balancing the sky with the waves of the sky and the moon, and what's more, sparse stars are in the room. An Wen Xian, a little emotional, said that he was sitting by the window alone at night, talking to himself in Qiu Guang and flying in Qiu Li. . .
A clear chord, with a long melody of missing, has been hovering back and forth in a silent heart. Close your eyes, and your heart is completely integrated into a moist autumn scenery. A breeze rippled soft colors between heaven and earth, and the blue sky turned the sky into a picture scroll. The feeling of carefree and dense silk is so light, and it feels so real around the blurred atmosphere, as if walking and floating in the air.