Appreciation of Poetry and Prose: 1 A touch of autumn is cool.
I am face to face with you. Look at the fullness and abundance of this season.
But I didn't know that autumn was zero. You and me, we went in the opposite direction and missed the season.
It's still the sky in Gao Shuang, and it's still the dead leaves that fall to the ground. Eternal sadness is engraved with unfeeling feelings.
I know that I have unloaded the tonnage of heavy love in this Qiu Li. Just for the richness and enrichment of this season. Unexpectedly, it was like a difficult trip.
After all, I am a wanderer from out-of-season, like a wrinkled hillside with large patches of senile plaques exposed. Withered, almost cruel.
Loneliness that seems to have never been felt burns in the horizon, devouring the remnants in the soul.
The years behind me are still bumpy in the text, and rows of stories that have nothing to do with me are listed.
I tried to go further and make a farewell in a distant place.
Early autumn is like a dream.
Don't always find my shadow in my words. How can we make ourselves a puppet in words?
Every expression is just a sultry amorous feelings. It seems that I fell in love with such words, even hopeless.
Don't underestimate this shallow autumn, I touch its temperature as if touching those past events. With you and me, I can't bear to leave this warmth behind.
I always believe that I have deep feelings for you, just like a blooming flower, blooming deeply and shallowly.
Chewing autumn whispers slowly and playing fleeting time on the melody of music, so I close my eyes and miss you.
Because I like it, I will spread it a little; Because I like it, I will remember your meeting with me.
In this way, tossing and turning, remembering the most beautiful love is only a fragment. I am an episode in your little space.
Go back to the original point again, accept this cool early autumn, telling a story that has no eternity.
If autumn is in full bloom.
Now, I stand at the crossroads of autumn and stretch my eyes a little.
What makes me so focused on brewing yesterday's style? What makes me grateful for yesterday's reappearance?
I had an epiphany in ancient poetry, sighed, and described those flowers and flowers in my language.
How I want to go on like this, just like clouds gathering and dispersing.
How I wish my so-called love is blue, clear without any pollution, relaxed without any depression.
The glistening time didn't give my mind a little lace, so I left in a hurry. The fallen and the withered are so heartless.
It turns out that love is just a rose in a vase. After the expiration date, you will break your previous oath.
So, I convinced myself and warned myself to make careful preparations for myself in such a short life!
Autumn is like a song.
Memory is an empty city that can hold too much vastness. Pages and pages of old things are stored like this.
I didn't have the urge to describe it again, so I put it down calmly. There is a distant mark on the forehead of the blue sky.
Then, I can give myself time, or take a long trip, or do a meditation in the same place.
I can no longer see a trace of loneliness and loneliness in my lyrics. I grabbed a beam of sunshine and reinvented myself.
The vast world doesn't allow me to drift helplessly. In fact, loneliness is a pleasure.
It seems that the door of the heart is open. When it is opened, flowers bloom and fall at will, and when it is opened, clouds roll and clouds are comfortable.
It's just that you and I are passing by, passing by you and passing by me. Then walk so far, there is no need to miss it.
Appreciation of Poetry and Prose: The second chapter in the early autumn misses you quietly and secretly.
From the starry sky at midnight to the rain at three or four in the morning,
The smile of the last second gradually turned into the memory of the next second in sadness.
I miss you quietly and gently.
Think of not meeting each other, think of the known past, think of the unknown future.
So I miss getting younger and older.
Think of autumn as four seasons.
Cold and warm, harvest and wither.
Missing, destined to be just missing,
You are swaying the warmth that I will never touch,
Let every leaf that is about to fall be stained with your tenderness. I tried my best to chase them, but I was afraid to go near them.
You only gave me a minute to get close, but you gave me a lifetime to leave.
Looking for Sansheng, just to know you?
I gladly accept it.
When the autumn wind blows off acacia, when the sunset soaks the elm, when the years get old,
Wait, you're not you, and I'm not me,
Turn this mottled page over again,
Change a more bitter life.
So, from now on,
Save a little for yesterday,
Save some thoughts for the future.
Eager to forget, eager to be remembered by you.
Longing for this autumn to never leave me again,
Longing for the dawn is the first time I saw you.
You smiled, and I was fascinated.
Appreciation of Poetry and Prose: A Short Autumn Chapter 3 Another Good Season in Qiu Guang
Another year of missing separation.
Shallow Qiu Guang is elegant.
Cold and lonely
The cherry blossoms in the dream are soft and graceful.
The flute in the dream sounds like nature.
Butterflies are cut here in autumn.
The flute sounds sad here.
There are pale blue distant mountains and lakes in the dream.
Color is like a dream.
As mellow as wine.
I stood on a hill covered with fallen leaves.
Overlooking the sparse world
There is only the most lonely and helpless sadness in the world.
Lonely and powerless soul in the world of mortals
Who has lost his thoughts and cares?
Wandering in the shallow autumn
Helpless, my dream
This heart hurts.
But I can't find an excuse anymore.
Autumn is a lost season.
Innocent children in the snow
The boy in the plum shadow in the moonlight.
Lost everything in this silent autumn.
Decomposition, peace of mind.
A flower and a world, a leaf and a Buddha.
Flowers bloom in spring and leaves fall in autumn.
Thousands of degrees in the world
Start with the edge and end with the head.
Can be broken, put down, and feel at ease.
Time is fragile, but time will make people old.
Where the dream is, the heart is there.
Home is where the soul is.
Affectionate and bitter, love begets sorrow.
Obsession is tangled, and the years are swaying.
Look back a thousand times
At this moment, I will never look back.
Appreciation of Poetry and Prose: A Short Autumn Chapter 4 A Sea of People
A man in red looks like you.
In early autumn, pick a wisp of incense.
Whisper to you
Some lingering worries for a long time.
Sometimes it's clear, sometimes it's vague.
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Worried about a person
It has nothing to do with distance.
What city are you in?
There is a large beautiful maple forest in the south.
There, with a soft heart
When savoring the taste of autumn
You're thinking that every autumn leaf is like
What about the smiles of people we used to know?
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In the autumn wind
The leaves are lingering several times.
Attached to your bright eyes
Don't be sad! They're like
A girl from green to mature.
Dance with the seasonal rhythm of autumn fragrance
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A person's time
Do you expect Delingha to be affectionate?
There are warm waves.
Still affectionate and gentle
Do you know that?/You know what? At this moment
Is the most appropriate and appropriate expression.
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Nanchuan riverside
Talk to Qiu alone.
Autumn is talking about its richness.
I'm talking about Delingha like Xining.
Every season has its beauty.
And said you couldn't help it.
Catch a beam of dancing sunshine and laugh heartily.
The autumn when I made up in Delingha.
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Snuggle in the arms of autumn
It is said that everyone has their own autumn rhyme in their hearts.
Exile your heart and dance with time.
That autumn has passed, hasn't it?
A kind of love is integrated into the truth of life.
Just like I have you in my heart.
It is warm even if it is far away.
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When I left Delingha,
I saw a big drop of your tears slipping quietly.
When you left Delingha
Who touched the tears of Baiyun to see you off?
That kind of inseparable love.
Live warmly in the bottom of my heart.
Seemingly far away, all involve attachment.
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Hong Chen road
Whoever meets whom is fate.
Don't forget.
We must all do it and cherish it.
And the feeling of being reluctant to part with us.
Be with us in the fleeting time.
Appreciation of poetry and prose: short stories in May and September.
When the sun is still high in the clear sky, the coolness has quietly penetrated into the night.
It turns out that autumn has arrived.
On such a night, dreams should be sweet,
However, on such a night, there are those who wake up alone.
They say that such a night is lonely;
They say that such a night is lonely;
They say such a night is sad;
They also said that I like such a night. Its breath has the bitterness of parting and cool thin's injury.
And I like this night and this autumn.
In this night with a little coolness, quietly hiding in a corner, quietly thinking about a person. The important person hidden in my heart.
Only with the cool breeze, quietly close your eyes and make a wish before going to sleep tonight:
I miss you, you know?
Cool autumn wind, can you fulfill your wish and send it tonight?
At night, very quiet,
Who will miss me as deeply as I do on this early autumn night? Is that you?
Night, still very long,
But I miss you deeply in early autumn.
Appreciation of poetry and prose: shallow autumn, 6 shallow winds,
It's just a little cold,
When you are in a good mood,
Sunshine is so naughty,
Jump and scatter on the water.
Listen,
Wooden chairs by the river,
How warm its back is,
Long hair slipped between your fingers,
You are wearing your favorite colorful skirt.
At that moment,
I don't know how many times I've watched it,
I still have your picture in front of me.
On the grass,
It was a pale blue sky,
Light tones,
Occasionally, a few idle clouds float in,
I don't know how high the kite flies.
The kite tugs at two hearts,
Embrace each other,
Finally, they stick together tightly,
The kite flies higher and higher,
Farther and farther away,
My heart moved with it.
In this season,
Grandpa's garden always smells of fruit.
Drunk, two innocent kids,
That's the tempting smell of plums and begonia.
Maybe,
This is what God intends to give to some people.
Listen,
A little boy climbed the tree,
Struggling to shake the branches,
Fruit, one, two,
Falling down one by one,
A little girl is under the tree.
Bow your head, bend over, pick it up, put it in a bamboo basket,
Then lift a delicate smiling face.
How time flies,
In a blink of an eye, it is another late summer and early autumn.
All of a sudden,
Thinking of many past events many years ago,
With someone,
Like a dream.
Appreciation of poetry and prose: 7. The mist in early autumn is cool.
After several rains, autumn is getting stronger.
It's just that the green leaves of ivy are still facing the sun.
Like a brave promise
Realize the desire of seeds
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Passing a bookstore along the way.
So I was fascinated by an old story.
I have a romantic life and warm and cold seasons.
In the end, it was just a dream of youth.
How much melancholy is poured into the boutique?
How many people are surprised and how many people are sad?
The protagonist of BLACKPINK's debut ended like fireworks.
The magic is just a delicate heart.
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Stop and listen to the sliding of leaves.
The joy of reunion after such a long separation is beyond words.
Experienced inner struggle and stripping.
With a pure heart
Get to know each other and get along with yourself gently.
The warmth left in the bones
In the ups and downs of the time cycle
Feel the understanding of life
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From rainy days to sunny days, there is only attachment.
Never hide your sadness and happiness.
It is better to cry and hate than to be ambiguous.
Don't dress the wound of the flower.
Can't hide her crimson pain.
Memories are the best placement.
Taste the astringency of baptism after baptism.
Gradually live into what you like in some kind of peace.
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Some people say: the fallen flowers are silent and elegant, and the bright moon is not beautiful and poetic.
In this autumn sunshine, I met a better self.