Lower your head and say goodbye,
Nothing in the world can really be turned back.
What about the river,
Like the grassland in autumn.
Withered and withered together,
Let's meet, too
Meet each other late,
It's just that the wind never stops.
Always in a hurry in the forest,
On one side of the mountain road, on a strange street corner,
Sweep my mottled heart.
Cleaning, those left behind,
Memory is like autumn leaves.
This is the power of the earth,
It rains cats and dogs in autumn, washing away crops and steel.
Life is in memory, leaves are crying,
There are yellow leaves and animals in the park.
A person, a sudden name,
There is a sudden red color.
Autumn took away his head,
There is a poetic god hanging on a sunny crane in the yellow leaves.
His bent body is like a young goshawk,
"A person, a sudden thief.
People who died in a fire and were put out by fire,
As far as I know, he was strangled.
Hang up again, "-heavy rain comes from autumn.
There are huge hieroglyphs growing in the sky.
Running from one thing to another,
From paper to handwriting, from wax to torch,
Break away from the old times in one year.
The heavy rain in autumn moved me.
Scouring bridges, timely and polished sand,
This is the power of the earth.
Heavy rain comes from autumn,
Let people do something, leave footprints, and then be leveled.
Wash with proper ashes and proper bodies,
One word is moving-flying.
Come out of its bones,
This is the power of the earth,
The heavy rain falls from autumn, and I hear its burning sound.
Now, I want to leave art,
A fire and an empty space are burning,
The heavy rain has come down in autumn, and there are fewer people.
Waste crops and steel,
The ignorance of life is that it always passes by.
The human body is very close,
There are few pedestrians on the road, monotonous and endless.
Reflect direction and shadow,
Real vehicles are getting smaller and smaller in the foreground.
From the human body into the open space,
It rained heavily from Qiu Lai, and everything was noisy.
This is the power of the earth,
A large area without doors and windows appeared in front of me.
Phantoms are fickle,
Waste crops and steel,
This is something that can penetrate. So far.
Heavy rain comes from autumn,
Ask my inner image.
The world is as small as the background of a street,
When we met, you nodded.
Ignore everything in the past,
Omitting greetings,
Maybe happiness is just a process.
It was all over,
But why are you still wearing that red scarf?
Look, the sky decorated with maple leaves,
How sunny, sunny,
Move to the last glass window.
Behind the huge roof,
Seven stars rise,
No longer like a bunch of ripe grapes.
It's another autumn,
Of course, the street lamp will be on soon,
How I want to see your smile.
Tolerance and indifference,
And the calm eyes,
The street lamp will be on soon.
The girl I love,
Maiden of the river,
Hair turned into leaves,
The arm turned into a trunk.
Since you can't be my wife,
You must be my crown,
I will wear it with the greatest poet in the world.
Wrap your beautiful leaves around my harp and tremble,
The roof in autumn, the weight of time,
Autumn is bitter and fragrant,
Let the stone head bloom like a crown.
The roof in autumn is bitter and fragrant.
There is a crown in the air,
Split laurel, almond and bitter incense.
The leaves turn yellow, and autumn is coming.
As I get older, my dreams get cold.
Where are you? I am here
The wind cried and the string broke.
The moon is curved and the water is trickling.
White autumn frost, blue songs.
Dry at night, flowers bloom for half a night.
Where the heart goes, people go.