Late autumn, plant a clear and happy
Author丨Xiangchu Yanli
Standing in the evening sound of autumn, the whole body was blown by the wind, and it was chilly. The autumn rains these days have finally turned into autumn.
traveled through the long river of time, stepping on the rhyme of poetry, and finally waited for you to come and encounter a romance of Tang style and Song rain with you, freehand painting this poetic sentiment into the warmth of the plain and plain.
In the autumn wind, a longing forever is accumulated in the long mountains and rivers, and in the warm dependence and companionship, happiness is forged into eternity. I miss you, my mouth is raised, and I am full of joy.
Even if lovesickness shed tears, it is a kind of sad beauty. For you and I am willing to write lovesickness in every spring.
Roland said: Love is the flame of life, without it, everything becomes dark.
Without the warmth of love, life will be dark and meaningless. Love is simple, beautiful, and gentle. In all the quiet years, if you lose the embellishment of love, it is like the seasons without the beauty of spring and the beauty of the waning autumn moon.
Sitting in meditation, speechless. The drizzle outside the window just stopped, and it was a little cool. Only the shallow thoughts are like a bright moon hanging in the sea of heart.
has long been used to sitting alone, and likes to fill a little emotion in a cup of tea. The music in my ears was blown by the shattered wind, faint and faint.
with thin window screen , sending a tender name, that is your name. As poetic as ethereal, your name becomes the shortest love poem in my life.
The days you miss are always filled with a pleasant tranquility and beauty, just like this graceful quiet autumn, with happiness to rely on.
Walking on the worldly world, I wish the years are peaceful and happy. I will use my slender pen to plant a fence of poetry and painting for you, plant a clear and joyful year, let this beauty climb the wall of flowers that fill the years, and bloom a fence of deep love.
You are the green in my heart, endless, you are the flower in my dream, never falling. You are the other me in your life. It is the tacit understanding of the soul, which makes us so close. Thank you for always understanding me so much.
Through the curtain of time, I saw endless affection flowing out from your clear black and white eyes. In the world of the world, I only want to get a drink.
The sound of autumn is getting more and more solemn. Withered leaves fall with the wind. How much love is like the fallen leaves in autumn, it can never withstand time and wither in time.
That day, I asked you: "Is the departure of the leaves the wind the pursuit, or the tree's unrestraint?" You said: "I am not the leaves, you are not the wind, but the overlap of the two hearts, the fusion of two souls."
Yes, we are not the leaves, but the whole of the two souls. You are my husband and I am your wife.
When the night is late, I always like to fold a love into a soft small letter, letting its faint fragrance float. With you, all days are beautiful, without sorrow or sadness, only the little joy planted for you.
Remember you said that the most beautiful love will not be melancholy. It is the joy and throbbing when missing, the happiness when recalling, the sweetness of the poetic in the two hearts, and the obsession with the pure heart without regrets when facing it.
In the world of love, melancholy is also a kind of beauty and is normal. Byron also said: Joy and pain in love alternately.
The years are like picturesque, I just want to guard a city in the noisy world, and love each other in true love. I took a few wisps of autumn wind into the poem, picked up a piece of idle cloud into the painting, and you happened to fall into my poem, my painting, and in that place of white space.
I believe that every small word shaking off with my fingertips is full of our sweetest love and little joy.
Source丨Xiangchu Yanli (ID: xcyl1208)
