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.

Zan (prose editor: prose online) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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Long Pavilion sunset, lonely years

The wind is strong, the Green Lake is low, and the silence turns from the hazy. It has blurred your sorrow all the time, and keeps the bamboo stick in the cloud. Through your deep memory, I can understand the loss of the moment, perhaps when the swallow returns, or when the brocade book is lightly sent, the broken wings will be gently withdrawn and the traces of our passing will be reproduced. The light flute is far away, passing through the air, and the leisurely lovesickness cuts each other’s flashiness. The sudden depression makes us feel sad the next year. Does the woman on the other side return to my dream, holding my hands together, in the dream, you fall in a hurry, charming and charming. Outside the dream, you are elegant and light, singing the eternal song lightly. I don’t understand, I don’t know who on earth danced our years alone. Didn’t the hurried parting treasure our feelings and the rippling years recall us? The star River is bright, the lights are shining, and the flashing red lights return to the past with long memories. Standing in this ancient land, my heart is lost in the future, and I have never recalled the days without you, how to send lovesickness quickly, remember the moment you passed in a hurry, the fantasy followed you with a white head, but finally people went to the tea, a song of lovesickness, two idle worries, the empty mountains and rivers have no trace of your passing, I recycle the helplessness of sunset, so, I understand, you are the solitary wild goose, taking away all my care, taking away my half-life exile, pretending to be a thousand times of pleasure for you, but it is not as good as the final Xiao Han. The spring flowers are tightly clustered and the grass is piled up. The prosperous years outline the perfect sadness. The crying eyes glow with the true meaning of life. There can be many love, but this is the only time you meet in this life, the time we stayed together was in a trance. The scars of parting shouted for each other’s heartache. I didn’t even know why this kind of heart hurt, and even panicked the years after you left, I am afraid that I will walk alone again on the quiet stranger, looking for the blooming season and finally welcoming a feast without you. Where should I go then? The thick pollen is blooming, the bees are flying butterflies, the mountains are flowing, everything seems to be in the wind, the laughter is sad with the past, and the grief is dim with the scars of the fleeting years. The sunset of the Long Pavilion, the sunset glow flying, looking back on the endless sadness and beauty, don’t leave, don’t forget, don’t give up your years, the sky is light, the clear water is thousands of, can’t clean up the stains of years, settling in our embarrassment, I imagined that one day, I walked gently, you walked gently, we still have a beautiful sunrise, the morning light may be scattered all over the other side of thousands of years, loneliness may not come back again, you and I may hold our hands. At that time, the beautiful scenery was especially good, and peach blossoms were very popular. In the sunset of the long pavilion, I was alone with the fragrance of Lotus, tears condensed into the fragrance of Lotus, a slightly cool dream, misty with fantasy and walking with a pen. I would like to turn my memory into a dust love, and wait for you to remain unchanged for thousands of years. The years were lonely, and I fell into the dust net for a long time. The pen and ink expressed my deep feelings. I have been going for thousands of years, the water is on the horizon, and I recall a hundred years. I wish this life infatuated lingering love and love you for a lifetime without regret!

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

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In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

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Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

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Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

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I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

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