text/Who is the last name of the stone? [Rose]
In the afternoon, walking on the streets of late autumn, enjoying the colorful fallen leaves, remembering a long love, the longing of the wind, the nostalgia like falling flowers!
Chat with time, sit quietly with the years, time sings gently and lightly, hide a lyrics of autumn in your heart, and listen to the yearning in your heart in the autumn wind!
The sun shines through the clouds, the autumn wind blows through the treetops, the hair is divided into pieces, and the soft voice of the heart is beside the ears. Just like that, do nothing and enjoy a natural and free and easy life.
Life is like a dream, shaking the wind chime on the other side, that is an overlapping thought, and the longing that takes root. If you understand, just by circling your eyes, it will be thousands of words!
When the sun sets, the twilight covers the wooden door, and when the breeze is astonished as the snow, those vicissitudes of life have turned into yellow memories, which finally touched time and myself!
Ru, the whispering flowers in late autumn can be brewed, so I used my thin pen tip to describe it all the way, and I was a woman with good weather between my eyebrows, walking on the long maple leaf path, not afraid of silence, even after half of my life, I am still your warm and jade-like treasure...
2022.10.15
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