Autumn leaves fall in the autumn field and the heart is filled with the accumulated leaves. The memories of the purple sun.
The life of clouds is swaying in search of the sunshine, your appearance is smiling in the shadow of the water, and the clear river flows over the summer in the valley.
Give autumn some hope. When the earth sprinkles fallen leaves, light a fireplace in the house to warm the lonely heart. Make a pot of tea and drink it alone. Plant an Clivia when the fallen leaves are falling, cut off the yellow leaves, and make the days fresh.
Even if sunflower witheres, he still chooses to believe in the future, look up at the sky to find the power of light, and believe that where there are shadows, there must be sunshine, and the sky with raindrops must have free clouds.
Life is a drifting bottle. We fill the bottle with the experiences in the ocean of time, waiting for the sky to open the seal of wisdom in the castle of time, and drink a cup of green tea without coffee.
Days slipped away dryly. The dry world needs a wet sea. If you can't go to the sea, just put your heart close to the sky. It's the same color as the ocean. When we meet again, we see the harvest of rice filling the granary.
