Author Mo Se
Some people love spring. It is a season of flowers blooming. In the blooming of time, there is no early or late step, so I chose it.
Someone loves summer. It’s a look back. Life is over halfway. Don’t miss the past. Now is the point.
There are people who love winter. That is when I cherish everyone around me. I don’t owe my heart or regret, so I don’t fail.
And I am uniquely in love with autumn, that is to infuse all the goodness and longings and write to you.
We use silent warmth and silent touch to make us unforgettable love, walking in the late autumn and seeing the prosperity of the world.
The flowers are sorrowful, the leaves are all desolate, full of wind and dust, and the seasons are full of vicissitudes. Perhaps a leaf will fall, without the spasm and pain of life lost, as calm and calm as when we were alive, everything will pass away, but there is no lack of beauty.
I just send love to love, condensed into a river of autumn water, carrying my inexhaustible feelings, set sail quietly, the four seasons reincarnate, each year is pasted with joy and sorrow, we are parting each other, and write down the story of life .
The wind chimes of the season, gently sway and start to listen to the sweet notes, the earthly scenery, faintly coming, faint and scattered, time is long, accumulating countless trivialities in life, the passage of time, how much prosperity has accumulated Sweeping the past.
If I can, will I be able to depend on my dream like a cloud, never far away from the long-awaited blue sea and long sky?
If possible, can I catch up with the passing years like a bird?
Not all encounters and encounters can reap a beautiful and happy warmth in the long river of years.
Reach out, just want to hold a touch of temperature that quietly falls in the palm of your hand.
is close, just to feel the soft breath.
No matter how ups and downs the flow of time, perhaps it will never reach that distant shore, entrenched and guarded, waiting for the unexpected bloom.
Put expectations into the annual rings of the years, passing through the age of immortality, winding through the years on the other side of the time, walking in the colorful light and shadow, one day, time will be like flowing water, washing the memory until white, I spend the rest of my life in the autumn to write about you, read about you, love and late autumn.
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