Fallen leaves on the ground, missing

Time flies, time flies, casual is also the season of late autumn, walking in the deep forest, with the falling leaves, counting the memories of the past years. Heart, can no longer be quiet, once again in the long miss quietly born. In late autumn, the yellow color is dull, the wind is cold, the fallen leaves are speechless, and there is a tender feeling in the air. Who knows? For whom? With the creaking of stepping on the fallen leaves, I hope that the fallen leaves full of clear and shallow words will float to the distance with the fresh wind, sending lovesickness from afar! In the autumn forest, the sound of geese was gradually far away, and finally it went away quietly and silently. Looking up, staring at the distance, the blue sky is painted with lovesickness, missing for you, falling in the forest. It is hard for you to know the poetic silence, and a song of red dust is low. In the late autumn six years ago, I met you, and the world was dreamlike. In the dark, I agreed on this life. The first acquaintance of a stranger, once a word, no longer unfamiliar, as if it was the fate of a previous life. You walked into my forest like a poem. That season, the falling leaves flew, paving the way for you and me to join hands in every corner of the campus. Can you remember that you picked up a piece of fallen leaves, holding your initial gentleness in my eyes, holding your beautiful heart, holding hands on the path in the school garden and walking gracefully. Looking back, this has become a beautiful encounter. When I know, when you smile, I will deeply remember your water-like smile and soft warmth. Later, the path in woodland of the school, the vast playground, the quiet library and the lively canteen left behind the dribs and drabs of you and me, and the year-old Shaohua of the co-actor of the season. In my spare time, every time I recall you and me, I will thank you for the meeting in the forest in late autumn, because each other likes fallen leaves, which makes me meet in a picturesque way in this life and makes me a yellow leaves, just wait for you to step gently, accompany you in the yellow season, share this piece of gold, accompany you in the colorful fallen leaves, leave shallow footprints, accompany you in the breeze Xu Lai, listening to a song of fallen leaves in late autumn, keeping one fall and turning yellow. When two lovers are happy, they are better than flying. Looking back five hundred times in the past life, in exchange for a passing encounter in this life, autumn leaves as a medium, is the light of you and I have been through six years, and you and I have always cherished this Looking back five hundred times in the past life, waiting for the meeting of the three lives, stroking the time of ink dyeing and the prosperous Forest with fallen leaves. You and I are still waiting for this forest, showing that we will never leave, no matter the time goes in, they will still find each other in a forest, because the fallen leaves are still staying in each other’s hearts.

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