The autumn sky is quiet and high, like a clear mirror, reflecting everything on the earth. It was quiet all around, and the cool wind blew through the tall poplar trees on the roadside. The leaves of poplars are still thick green. If you don't look carefully, you may not see the faint orange hidden in the dense leaves. It is a masterpiece of cautious autumn, and her brush seems to refuse to be easily touched in this lush green. The earth is yellow and green, but the autumn sky is blue. Pick a dark green leaf and stare silently, the veins are clearly visible, flexible and pure; Bow your head and close your eyes, listen carefully, that's your familiar smell, that's the sound of rain, that's the beautiful surge of nature, fresh and ethereal. Holding a leaf, let a ray of sunshine warm the whole world, let a smile shine the whole spring, summer, autumn and winter! However, after all, it is autumn, the color of autumn is noble yellow, and the green of youth is gradually becoming pale yellow. The dense grass is sparse, and the path in the forest seems wider than in summer. The most eye-catching thing is the spread of beans, as if someone accidentally knocked over the yellow pigment and sprinkled it in the October sun, which was out of control and did not need to be cleaned up.
Carrying a piece of dust, carrying a past, facing a bend in Leng Yue alone, silent loneliness drips at your fingertips, dancing lightly, and the dust clears. Staring at autumn, accompanied by bursts of piano music, through the faint loneliness; Ivo scooped up the snow and danced a long white dress; Twist for a period of time, let the heart slowly lonely. The wind at the fingertips is a flowing nature; The moonlit night is silent and dancing with endless dreams; Qin heart is silent, and can't erase the complexity of the world of mortals. Waiting for a clear state of mind, indifferent life, worthy of the heart! Sunny, sunny. Go out, stand on the hillside, lean against a tree, or sit by a clear lake, and you will indulge in the autumn sky. Maybe you look up occasionally, maybe your eyes are attracted by passing birds, maybe you are set off by a red leaf, and your vision begins to widen. Because of the blue, clear and high sky. Such a sky will melt away the long-standing heaviness in my heart and accept all great and humble dreams. m.28404.com
There are several white clouds floating in October Sky, which is my dream. I am willing to fly with that dream, whether it is far from home or anywhere! It seems that our hearts are close to each other in gazing. It goes without saying that you and I, perhaps, have a heart in our hearts that confuses each other's heartbeat. Staring at the autumn, staring at the layers of flying thoughts, slowly lighting up the night sky; Listening to the melody like water, quietly crossing the sea of hearts; Remember that surging poem and deeply engrave life. Smashed notes, soaked pain falls in the softest place in my heart, turning into green land in spring, sunshine in summer, Woods in autumn and snowfields in winter. I have been longing for the biggest shock in the depths of my soul, always looking for an expectation in silence, and suddenly looking back, the truth is always around!
Pigeons fly in the autumn sky. They hover over the buildings of the city, fly away for a while, and then fly back, like a group of strange elves obsessed with wandering and homesickness, drawing a group of seekers against a high and broad blue background. The whistle of pigeons is desolate, and there is a persistence in desolation. Is this a helpless choice or a compromise choice? Between the sky and the earth, between flying and walking, between dreamlike flying and the conflict of interests in reality, which one to choose? Pigeons choose not to go, and only determined geese choose to travel by the neck. I silently looked at a line of autumn geese, and the dream of love was about to fly to the frozen winter with the sound of geese. You are still flying away, the once familiar and looming shadow. Your casual tenderness is still hidden in my palm, but in this golden autumn October, I feel quite cold.
Those geese flew by. Did the flying herringbone geese also take away their autumn sky? I always like to leave my loneliness in the boundless darkness on a quiet rainy night. Stare at autumn, stay in the corner of my heart, let time flow gently at my fingertips, life is not like a dream, because it is too real; Life is not like wine, because it is too tasteless; Life is not like playing chess, because it will never start again! Time flies like water is a bleak time, so that the smile begins to diffuse and the fragrance slowly blooms in the indifferent years! Deliberately listen to the ticking rain outside the window, let it linger in the ear, soft and lingering, as if entering a light dream. It seems that at that moment, the soul seems to be carefree from the body, on the wet balcony, in this sleeping city, let the rain wash away the vicissitudes of life in my heart. Let the rain wash away the troubles; Let the gentle whispers of rain fall into dreams and hearts.