The autumn wind is sensational, and after the orange tide, there is only a cool breeze.
The size of life is often hurt by the pace of progress, by the cool autumn, and often makes the wound endless.
When the pain hit, it was too late to see the height of redemption, leaving only a pale smile dried on the moss.
I have to tear myself apart and dye autumn with blood, or I can paint my life with a rosy glow.
Implant a clear sentence into a dream, and dawn with the bud tip of the dream, so as to release the uneven failure in the soul.
In order to promise, tie a knot in the season and dream of squeezing out the world of mortals, you will be moved to colorful hopes.
Germination and withering are the same reason. We can continue to write new footnotes for time, open the outlet of life and let the spirit be unsheathed.
Listen to the flowers, let them touch the soul and rise in the folds of life.
A few verbs, how powerful, can freeze to death a few mournful cries, hold up a window, hold up a string of looks.
Catalyze thoroughly remould oneself, bake hot clouds, and collect different levels of expectations.
2, the stars, holding the Mid-Autumn Moon.
In bullfighting, the stars hold the moon, which must be a collection of eternal love, so it is shocking.
Suddenly realized: ice and fire are always related to love.
Autumn wind, wrinkling Moon Bay water; Osmanthus fragrans is fragrant, and the winding path is secluded; Hongyan sings, and the sound is urgent; The polished moon is particularly bright.
Thousands of miles of strings, condensed into a Mid-Autumn Moon; 800 Li is urgent. Ride alone to break through the lack of Qian Shan
Cornus officinalis is a mortal thing. Why is it gone? The smell of wine is not intoxicating, but it is more intense when entering the moonlight.
Look, on the blue sky, red leaves and stars are printed, holding the Mid-Autumn Moon …