Autumn is a faint prosperity and a poetic tranquility. It is a kind of natural detachment, which allows you to rely on mountains and rivers; You are willing to hedge in your heart and plant chrysanthemums, which is a kind of freedom and serenity; This is a meditation exercise.
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Like autumn. That peace and security far away from the hubbub is the pure land where the soul sublimates in the vicissitudes of time. Quiet autumn water, a quiet lake in the quiet world of mortals, carries a boat that has escaped from the world and sailed to the source of pure mind.
Quiet beauty is only autumn leaves, and quiet water grows long. Seek the quietness of Lin Qiu and the beauty of autumn water, put a simple heart in the forest and still water, keep company with time and walk with it. Enjoy a little peace of mind and go to an Enron.
I like autumn leaves, especially maple leaves. Red is peaceful and serene. There is a touching story behind every leaf. You and me. Maybe one evening, you will appear in front of me again, or that bright smile, unchanged. Not every story can be told to the end, but the last paragraph must be the best treasure in life.
Warm and calm, beautiful and beautiful. We are dancers of life and have no regrets about the innocence of life. When the heart is warm, plant a touch of tenderness and plant it in the scenery that every journey has passed. If possible, I will find you among the fallen leaves, dye your eyebrows with a touch of new green and leave a little scarlet on your lips.
A distant song, a deep feeling, a feeling that only needs to look back, a warmth, a simple tranquility, and the most beautiful sunset glow in autumn, left to you, left to me. Three thousand flowers fly vertically, and only one leaf is in love. Gently pick up a warm thought and never let go. At this moment, delicate feelings are refreshing and soft and moist.
How many feelings bloom, how many feelings float, how many feelings walk into the years, and how many feelings are silent. Half window leaves fall in half window autumn, leaves are also sad, water is also sad, the world of mortals stares at the past and present, tomorrow is yellow flowers, I wonder where there is in the world? A person, wandering in the world of two people, if there is no expectation, why meet and dream. If you don't care, why are you crying?
A trip to mountains and rivers, an autumn trip. Ziyun smoke, Yun Lan without trace. I asked in the wind, who stole my fleeting time? All the dust and flowers in the garden? Leaves in the wind, feelings in my heart, only one quietly fell, taking away all the depth of my life.
Touching the fragrance of the world, but unable to escape the coolness of the season, the departing butterfly has disappeared silently, and the stranded heart boat has already flowed to the horizon. Autumn rain is cold, how many feelings are cold, how many reasons are cold. Things have changed, but this is not an illusion. Between gathering and scattering, a curtain of light clouds has captured the confusion of many previous lives.
If it is a dream, it will make me vicissitudes for a lifetime and be amazing for a while. Contrary to the fleeting time, a time is the same. I love Iraqis all my life. Autumn leaves, falling red dust and glitz, leaving time quiet and beautiful; Autumn water, like smoke, flows away and flows out safely. In indifference, walking in the years with surging heart sounds, invisible thoughts come and go, scattered in the bottom of my heart.
Don't travel through the years. After listening to a few cold autumn sounds and experiencing several earthly cycles, the prosperity and luxuriance once endowed by years finally fell silent in Qiu Li. The misty loneliness withered my pale heart and took away the only tenderness in my heart. Those faded thoughts finally fell into the dark dust overnight.
Falling flowers and falling leaves, dignified thoughts, with the bleak autumn wind, fell into a lost coolness. In the most romantic season, who promised me the last romance? Falling flowers are intentional, and running water is ruthless. Take a look, and you will follow it all your life. Pick up a leaf, bear a homesickness, and turn the sadness of a fallen leaf. Can you talk to Qiushui Yiren? Autumn waters last forever, and the leaf that is reluctant to leave may be this desolate blank.
Looking across time and space, earthly lovesickness broke free from the fetters of clouds, passed through the silent night, and left a silent melancholy. Hold a familiar idea in the palm of your hand, and hold a warm feeling to stir the heart and soften your inner expectations. A pillow is light and cold, where does the dream fall tonight? A curtain of xiaoxiang rain falls, and the soul revolves around the dream all night.
Pick up a leaf, put it in the book of years, and then take it out. In the context of the years, the warmest warm current in life has passed through the heart, which is the deepest and shallowest mark. I often look at the fragrance of a cup of tea and touch these traces of the past. It was the best time of my life.
Time flies, and the past is fixed in time with the fallen leaves. That beautiful moment instantly solidified into the most beautiful first sight. Let everything, no longer have a long wait, no longer have regrets to miss; Let the beautiful moment be interpreted as the ultimate eternity; Let the photo album of the years be treasured as an eternal companion.