Light yellow is gold. It is a gift for Jingmei to Fallen Leaves. After passing through the cool memory, we bid farewell to the early autumn. Counting the remaining beauty, the summer flowers are gorgeous, the autumn flowers are quiet and beautiful, each season has a different style.
I like to sit alone in front of the window and look at the scenery in the past, a leaf, a flower blooming, and every piece of comfort has a silent perseverance behind it. Fallen leaves become poems, autumn rain is ink, scribbling a string of joy on the letterhead of the years. Read with your heart and enlightenment with emotion, each leaf has its own sorrow and joy.
A book that can't turn over the dream of childhood, a cup of tea, I drank the bitterness of life. I use the time to brew the tea, and from then on, I like the leisure and elegance of a person. The book records the sweetness of the past, and there is a fleeting joy hidden in the tea.
Time stranded is sitting opposite to loneliness, looking at the scenery, thinking about life, keeping the joy of life, but can’t keep the time getting old.
Become attached to tea, life is light and elegant, with books as companions, wise Ruiguang. Life can be without fame and fortune, but it must be without books and stories.
Looking up to the north, behind the fallen leaves is a poetic life, an elegant and fresh story landscape.
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