The bleak autumn, it is not loneliness, but a nostalgic season, a speechless story that is perceived with your heart. Many people and many things are inadvertently recalled. The wind passes by, disturbing thoughts. The mottled seasons will always touch a little softness...
Autumn Cold dew condenses, frost fills the mirror, warms a pot of passing years, watch the bustling time, and look back at the time. There are memories of joy and regrets of sadness, wishing life to be long-lasting, wishing the scenery to be quiet and the original intention to be happy...
reincarnation season is always rushed, too quickly. Have the wishes of autumn come true, and have the regrets of autumn given up? Even if you are reluctant to leave and helpless, you still have to say goodbye. Every separation will be a transformation...
Perhaps only by going through the vicissitudes and hustle and bustle, prosperity and loneliness, can we feel the beauty and indifference of life. There will always be regrets in life, and shortcomings are also another beauty in life...
Every season ends, the perfection of life, and every helpless parting is for a better reunion. No longer attached and tried to keep, I said to Qiu casually: Goodbye. The next cycle will be colorful again...
are good times for me and you. When the autumn wind blows in the coming year, the colorful colors will still come as scheduled. If you move towards beauty, there will always be beauty meeting you. If you have deep affection, there will always be warmth to meet you. Wait for you, in the next autumn; Wait for you, in the next colorful...
I would like to use this article:
to old friends who have gone far away...
to close friends who are no longer caring about you...
even more to self who is already in the autumn of life...
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