passed autumnal equinox , half of the text remained in September, and in just a moment, it became yesterday and today. Those warm memories are still lingering in the freshest old times. In October, the fiery red maple leaves will decorate the autumn of the prime of life. I love this warmth and persistence.
years old is like a flowing flow, and it is already late autumn. The autumn is getting more and more embarrassed, snatching the charm of the flowers. Kitajima said, break the mirror and you can have many suns. However, I have never despised the nothingness of the mirror and the moon, nor did I want to break the true nature of the human face and peach blossoms. Using the mind to control the environment, leisurely body and simple poetry are a kind of life, and deep grass and fast horses are also a kind of freedom in life.
Sometimes I like to be with someone and listen to him. It often has no direct relationship with the tacit understanding of the soul, but it is just because this person says what you want to hear the most in your heart. If a person can be serious and tell lies for your whole life for your happiness, why bother to care whether it is true or not? What you may hear may be false, but what you receive is a shining heart.
The years are cold and weak, keep your heart warm. The mountains and rivers meander, but the east wind is also windy. There is no need for blessing, but smelling the autumn fragrance is so beautiful that no one else can be seen. Cold dew is coming, and there will always be wind coming and rain falling. Some thoughts are like the first blooming of osmanthus flowers in late autumn, little yellow and little shattering, and the wind passes through the vicissitudes of the earth. Such a heart, walking through three thousand miles with the wind, the reeds are green, and the prison is in the quietness of the night, pure and silent, and simple, which is a great blessing. The heart is peaceful, the shadow in the wind, the scenery in your eyes, a curtain of dreams to change life.
The night is slightly cool, the moon hangs on the window, the wind peeks at the beauty and looks at the evening makeup, is it fragrant? Flowers enter the mirror, the moon enters the water, the mirror flowers, the moon and the moon cry for thousands of years, is it beautiful? The taste of love, people's hearts are broken, and they just want to be drunk, but they regret it? I understand the leaf in late autumn, and I accompany the shallowness of autumn with my youth, I have heard the sound of wind and rain, bid farewell to the singing of swallows and cicadas, and watched the autumn use the yellow chrysanthemum and the fragrance of osmanthus to make necklaces , decorating the quiet and gentle way through the autumn water.
See all the rise and fall of people and things, the world changes, the eyes are still clear, and the heart is flawless, but joy and loneliness are not easy to tell anyone. The heat at the ends and the breeze at the top are all testing the state of mind. The flowing clouds and the bright moon all witnessed the silent and hard work time. A leaf knows autumn, the flowers fall into a tomb, and a poem about the sad and lonely metaphysics when encountering autumn. I look back at the lamp, and you sigh again.
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