The autumn wind in my impression is quiet.
Only the lonely wind is quiet.
And inaudible legends.
Legend has no imprint.
In my eyes, it is a common occurrence.
It's just nobody cares
And clouds fed by the wind for many years.
Is aging at wind speed.
In the memory of aging, there are flowers
Instantly refused to fly.
Scattered into wandering feathers
Wandering around the world, taking dreams as horses
Mixed with the smile of the cloud into flying sand.
With the attitude of a leaf
Make an alliance with the wilderness
Rewrite the dignified season into cool thin.
In fact, the wind has no mouth and feet.
It is imposed by people, such as image.
The styles and sizes are seamless.
Stories in the wind hang over legends.
Uneasy thoughts are among the flowers.
Put all the secrets and leaks
It all boils down to being made in the wind.
And let anyone walk into the page to catch shadows.
Autumn wind is not always cold. When autumn comes, a gust of wind brings frost into the sea of misery.
Everything is getting cold.
This is not our original intention.
In our world, eyes hide the seeds of fire.
Think of a clean woman in the chaos
Under the gaze of Lian, we quietly do ourselves.
Nothing needs to be explained.
When a fallen leaf choked the season's throat.
When a little sparrow cries desperately but can't find an answer.
We don't need to put our hands together.
Open your heart.
Just fill it with warm Buddha's meaning.
In the cool autumn wind
Those women who lead an honest and clean life naturally have the idea of leading an honest and clean life.
The seeds of those flames are naturally vivid and full.
When the autumn wind blows, I would like to be a feather.
A speck of dust
I want to go back to my dream place.
I want to be around you.
Maybe just for a while.
Even if it's just small talk.
The world is still hot and cold.
These four seasons are still spring, summer, autumn and winter.
But time took it away.
That memory
How many moments become eternity?
How lonely the sky is without you.
Light blue and dark gray.
It is full of melancholy.
Maybe these geese will move south again soon.
But I'm sure
His soul
I can't fly out of that vast reed flower.
Please don't ask me when I will be back.
I don't know
Have the courage?
Search again
These things have changed a lot.
But please believe.
You will always be the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
Those encounters
That time