Let me meet the warm spring flowers in a beautiful day.

In autumn, there are always countless sadness in my heart. Little by little, the past of my years is scattered in the dead tree of my heart with the wind, the sunshine shines into my heart, and the flowing past is actually bright, who planted a seed in my heart, let the causal cycle take root, let the bright sunshine penetrate the moist soil, seems to be waiting for the emergence of miracles. If there is cold in the autumn wind, can you give me a warm hug? Gently rub my soft skin, let the heat spread all over my body, and fall into a relationship in the sad feelings. There is no need to be shocking, no need to be gentle, no need to swear, just pick up my sadness gently, put it on the chest, talk with heart, comfort with true meaning, melt sweetness in the heart, show the world, a smile, look back at a glance, hold one hand, a song, and whisper. There is no need to care for a long time, no need to continue the fate of three-Life stone, no need to keep the oath and chisel, as long as I hand a tissue when I cry; give me warm cereal in cold winter; When I smile, look at me with warm eyes, that’s all. If there is rain in the autumn wind, can you give me a small umbrella? You stand behind me, with a tall body that makes me look up with a head up. The autumn rain was cold, and I walked through the red tiles of the green wall to see the antique charm. Because of a rain, it seemed like the ancient town of Qinghe in Jiangnan Water Village. In the alley, time and space were interlaced. I seemed to be a girl with braids, holding the purple small umbrella, wearing a white cheongsam and colorful cloth shoes, walking on the underground splash. Ah, I am a girl like lilac, with silk sorrow in grief; A little hazy mixed with beauty; The innocence of the pulse is revealed in naughty. You were at the end of the alley, wearing a black suit, a white scarf around your neck, a black hat on your head, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The cold autumn rain coming towards me made me shiver, back to reality, I looked up in your arms, looked at your tender smile, and found that the distance between you and me was just the height of an umbrella. This was the best way to let me look up at you forever. If there is warmth in the autumn wind, can you give me a smile to look back? After the rain, the sky is blue, blue is transparent, blue is warm, blue is lovely. White clouds are floating slowly, moving slowly with the wind. Sunshine is your naughty figure, sometimes hiding in the clouds, which makes me anxious. Sometimes I lean out half of my head, which makes me feel warm. Sometimes I show your lovely face, which makes me feel like a spring breeze. Sunshine, warm, slightly shining my eyes, stretching out my hands, the sunshine emit from the five fingers to my black hair, eyes, skin, this is your warm heart looking back, smile and say to me: You are my sunshine forever. If there are green leaves in the autumn wind with such a real, warm, comfortable and irresistible smile of love, can it inject fresh blood into life? The rows of evergreen banyan in the four seasons in the campus are straight like thick and round bodies. The branches stretch freely to the sky in all directions. The green leaves are thick and the roots are hanging on the branches one by one. One day, they grew to the ground and grew new Banyan. Thick roots, some grow deep into the depth of the soil, some extend to the soil, long roots firmly grasp the soil, day and night. Can you be like Banyan with thick leaves and umbrella shape, shielding me from the wind and rain, and letting the green blood wake up my hibernating heart again? The thick autumn, the wind in the autumn, the green leaves in the autumn, the vitality in the autumn, everything is so beautiful, the root passes through the soil of the soul, I smell the fragrance of the soil, I think, love again, I don’t want to miss such a good you. Fate is that I firmly grasp you like Banyan. If there are flowers in the autumn wind, can I see its beauty? In autumn, flowers wither, only the bauhinia in the South still Bloom proudly. Bauhinia, one by one, layer by layer, clusters, slap the same size, five petals, full of strength, grow outward, bend back, lift upward, light purple burning in the branches. You are the Bauhinia, burning in my heart all the time, the hope that never dies in the autumn day; The strong beauty in the autumn wind; The charming elegant demeanour in the autumn rain; The proud and strong in the autumn light. Fate is that you have planted Bauhinia hope in my heart. A person, wearing a white windbreaker, walking in the street of autumn, the breeze slightly blows my hair, thinking of yesterday’s you, is beside me; Thinking of our ten fingers, the temperature of your palm warmed my hands and my heart. Thinking of every street we walked together, people came and went, but they were with me, you are the only one who is closest to me. When I think of our smiling face and heart-to-heart, I know that I will never escape from the world you created for me in this life. When I think of, on the seaside, the sea submerged our feet and washed the dust on our hearts, adding a happy peace. I think of the wedding ring you put on for me, and what flashes is not its Crystal Light, but I saw that there seemed to be your sincere eyes in the ring. In this life, you gave me all smiles; In this life, you gave me all your youth; In this life, you gave me all your youth, give all tenderness; In this life, you have devoted all your efforts to me; In this life, you have devoted all your sincerity to me. In the red dust, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, I have experienced the fragrance of birds and flowers in spring and the blooming flowers; I have learned the heat and drought of summer; I have tasted the bleak autumn and the tragic beauty of maple red; frustrated in the cold and endless boundless winter. In the world of mortals, you and I depend on each other, hold hands, experience countless sad and happy years, those who used to be, your good, your hair, your smile, your warm eyes, your hot and warm hands are stored in my heart, fragrant in my heart, flowing autumn in the blood, slightly cool, warm, in my heart, all the sadness gradually melted after you left. In your the day you went away, there were sadness, pain and deep thoughts, but you told me like sunshine that you had never gone far, and it was still the scenery I forgot all my life. Tears Are Not the best memory for you, only a smile is the best memorial for our fate. It’s late autumn and winter is coming. I will continue to walk my life with your good wishes. I am looking forward to meeting the warm spring flowers on the best day.

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

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Slowly, some block, some raw, like Qingquan break away from the embrace of the mountain. Then smart and smooth, like a trickle finally poured into the river. Clear the world. This is May, the turn of spring and summer. Some flowers have faded, some flowers have just opened, and happy fruits are growing slowly. Clouds and mist were born in the mountains, and the rain was like precious butter. In the distance, the preparation of 1.1 o’clock brewing 2 was always a little luxurious. What made you waste time and spread your imagination: For a moment in ninety-nine times? Or for the one thousand times in the past life? Simple. It turns out that life is just a normal encounter, deja vu. This is summer, bamboo and green onion, vines climbed over the waist of the tree. Plain, corn, Oryza. This is the night, the Twilight is four-in-one, the two ends of a path, the flowers are swaying, and the clear dew is like wine. Mysterious, ambiguous. When the heaven and earth meet each other, the nightingale is silent 3 when parting becomes an unspeakable word, love only leaves the last turn. In the far end of the world, a small tear fell into the boundless sea of sand: whose world is this, whose Yangguan is three stacks: Weicheng is raining, light dust does not fly back, ten thousand years later. One piano, two people. How can a small, lonely Hall withstand the rise and fall and reincarnation in this romantic world? Thousands of rounds have been completed. From now on, the two places will love each other and become fond of each other. On 2014.05.06, the guests of the wild goose will be heard.

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…

Enter June

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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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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