Time is clear and shallow.
Heart, quiet.
Blue sky and white clouds, mountains, rivers and earth, the wind blows through the strings of the piano, travels through time and space, falls down the light and shadow, and the strings break the separation.
Autumn is slightly cool, standing by the window, the wind sounds, the fallen leaves have no shadows, the autumn night is thin, as light as water.
The expectation of time cannot be escaped from the fallen leaves, the pen is like clouds and smoke, a poem, the mist and rain between the eyebrows, sitting quietly in the mist and rain of the world.
A pen, a paper and ink, a moon, a heart, the moon is like water, the heart is as quiet as water, the past that is in love with is buried in the shallowness of time, and the long river of time.
Time is like snow, sadness is cold to the beauty of the first meeting, sadness is cold to the endless love, sadness is cold to the mist and rain of the world, the passing years are silent, silent and distant, silence and distantness are the end of the dream.
grass path shadows are slanted, maple leaves are graceful, fallen leaves are destined to fall, the wind comes from afar, and finally returns to the distance.
The road is far away, the road is far away, the road is far and desolate, the autumn wind and autumn are high, the sky is high and the clouds are light, how can the cold mountains in the distance be the support of autumn, how can a cloud carry a deep dream?
In front of the steps, the sound of autumn leaves is already there, and the sound of autumn is written in a burst of lyrics. The heart is quiet and beautiful, and the peace and quiet are all about the good. The past is like the wind and the wind passes.
The evening and the morning and evening, the leaves are in full bloom. The past has been played like water, like water is quiet, without dust, without yellow flowers, and incompleteness is another form of perfection.
No you and me, no thoughts and no thoughts, the heart is quiet, the sun is shining, the steps are light, walking in the light autumn, picking up a light fallen leaf, no longer feeling sad.
A thought comes, one thought goes, a year of prosperity, a world of world, quietly watch the fireworks in the world, the prosperity is endless, the vicissitudes of the years, the ups and downs of the wind and rain, and after thousands of sails, the original intention remains the same, and live up and down to true feelings, kindness, and youthfulness...
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