Autumn, Maple Leaf

This autumn is coming. I remember that maple leaves should have turned yellow. A few leaves on the maple trees in front of the House are slightly green, and the two leaves alternate to produce a familiar face, who was that yesterday’s smile? Gradually wind, rain and cool. The wind comes, the rain falls, and it is cool. I don’t know whether you look reddish or pale and purple in the distance. Many women are in autumn this season, gradually losing their youth and beauty. I have no time to take into account the bleak and desolate autumn wind. I just want to bring you my affectionate greetings with the wind, although we never met, I believe I once invited you in the annual rings of the season under the autumn tree. Autumn is always drizzling, and the rain is full of coolness, which makes the past brilliant and prosperous die out in the fallen leaves, silent, and buried in the flowing water together with the autumn the memory of trees. Who said that falling red is not a ruthless thing, but turning into spring mud is more Hu Hua. However, some leaves have rotted on the branches, Dancing with the autumn wind, and still cannot escape the ending of disappearing. The time of the season is still in the spring, but you and my journey went to the maple forest in the late autumn early. The red of the ground is the vicissitudes of time, or the gaunt look of you and me, at the end of autumn, struggle and swing. The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves and the leaves fell all over Chang’an. Wind is always everywhere, not limited by space, not restricted by time, crossing the cross-marks of time, drifting in every era, every corner, breaking through the lonely heart of many people, let those beautiful love become sad and blurred. The paper tent on the Teng bed fell asleep, countless, no Jia Si. The incense is intermittent and the Jade Stove is cold, and my feelings are like water. The flute sounds three times, Mei’s heart is broken, how much spring feeling. Hurt, sad, happy, hate, this wind can never take away any of you and me. Love is always inseparable from each other in front of the years. No one can escape from the flow of time even the ancients and the present. After a meeting, no one can escape from separation and sadness. Sometimes love is like a plain wall at home. After a long time, the dust has read her beauty, but you and I still like the brand-new face of that year, no matter how beautiful it is, it will be repainted after all. You are the maple leaf that I picked up when I passed by, mixed in the pages of the book and kept the plain color for a while, but I became the wall in your house, and you praised me for my beauty by yourself, I was painted with paint myself. Falling Flowers and flowing water, who is ruthless and hurt whose deep feeling? Maple leaves withered and fell all over the ground. Lover, it’s not fallen leaves, it’s my broken heart. It is clear in my heart that I am not suitable to write such sad words, and I never want to write sad words. I only hope that the world and you can be safe for a long time. Perhaps the youth was too ostentatious, breaking the string of the night and playing this sad song. Maybe it is because I am not self-sustaining enough, I can’t put the world in a calm state, and the sad melody will ring from time to time. Tonight, I want to be sad once, frowning for the floating world, for the noisy world, for you and those beautiful and desolate love stories, and for the women in that story, choked for their brave love, Liang Zhu’s butterfly, Meng Jiangnu cried the eternal masterpiece of the Great Wall, Li Qingzhao’s displacement every story has their melody, which sounded slowly in the night. Nowadays, I no longer care about who I will meet. I have long been used to walking in the world of strangers alone with a white coat and years of scriptures on my back. It has nothing to do with sadness, it has nothing to do with loneliness. If you are tired, you will rest on the shore. When you wake up, you will leave by boat at the ferry. However, sometimes I looked at the yellow Maple leaf in the book alone under the light, and my heart rippled with sparkling ripples, just like meeting you in Chiang-Nan misty rain miles, just like the smoky rain in Jiangnan, I can’t wait for the future, but I just care about the past as always. Misty rain in southern, Chiang-Nan misty rain, how can this illusory and blurred smoke defeat this piece of withered maple leaf? After all, I still have to endure the pain and leave together with the years to see the flowers bloom for four seasons, the change of the living years is only for the Lotus waiting for Buddha front.

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

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Who will roll up your long hair

Chaoyang Yingxuan window, warm house soaking fragrance. I like to meet an ancient beauty in such a situation best, and let her have three thousand green silk and fly freely. The irresistible hair brushed my palm, leaving a wisp of refreshing daughter fragrance. The beautiful feelings wandered in my heart, and what was fixed was only the intoxicating back or the pearlescent hairpin. Outside the cold window, there were few graceful figures, and there were few colorful people walking in a hurry. In the morning glow, my gentle fingers swept over my black hair and began to take care of it in front of the mirror. It was a little soft and smooth. I have always been fond of soft and silky long hair, which has not been cut off for many years. It is also the most beautiful scenery in my the bloom of youth. Think of a sentence in the novel The Red Dowry dream of the lady: when I have long hair and waist, will you marry me young? I will wait for you to shop the red dowry? I have long hair waist, I wonder if you have seen it? Maybe I just like it gently, which makes me run out of time, and I won’t cut my long hair for a long time. When my friend called, I was playing down in front of the mirror, combing my hair. She said bluntly: still so fond of smelly beauty! Remember when you were in high school, your flowing long hair didn’t take away the boy’s sight! Ha ha! I still remember that at that time, in order to pass the college entrance examination, this single-plank bridge, how many girls cut off their beloved long hair, but I have always been the same. When the Black July passed, I suddenly had an impulse to cut off my long hair. The boy in the back told me awkwardly, don’t cut it off, it will lose its luster, and I have been paying attention to it. I am stunned! It turned out that the person who secretly rolled my hair in class appreciated it rather than making trouble. It is like appreciating a picture scroll and occasionally touching it, which is caused by the infection of the young soul. Perhaps, I should thank the boy who rolled my hair. His words left me long hair with waist. Several years later, I simply trimmed it, but I didn’t really cut it short. It seems that under the black hair, it contains my gentle and tender female mind, which needs to be understood by a person in the years. The streets in winter are extremely lively, especially some new wedding photo studios, where cars of various colors are always parked in front of the door. Don’t ask, who is the wedding ceremony? Put your hair in and roll it up in a high bun, delicate and touching. The hands of designers are really clever, and any hair quality is full of temptation after being served by him. Which newly married man is not interested in such a new married woman? On peach blossom, there were flowers and a grand wedding. Does the happiness of life begin today? I would rather believe it is. Every woman will meet a person who holds up your long hair for you in her whole life. Your blue hair is destined to be elegant for him until it becomes white hair. What is the envy of being able to turn green silk into white hair and still love it as before? A remote small mountain village, a white-haired old woman, the first thing she gets up every morning is to stand in front of her house and look at the rough road below the mountain, waiting for only the villagers to know, she is waiting for her husband to go home, and the first is more than 70 years. Just three days after marriage, the husband joined the Red Army and left. This time I left, I never came back. Before leaving, he walked dozens of miles of mountain roads, went to the county town below the mountain to buy a mirror for his wife, and used up all his savings. In the following decades, this mirror became her only thought. Every day, she looked at the already rusty mirror, washed up and combed the raven black tresses. Long hair is reserved for the king, but he has gone for decades without any news. Red Cherry, green banana, streamer is easy to throw people. The people in the mirror are getting old day by day, and they look different. In the river of time, they gradually wither, gaunt and wither. When Jun returned, he rolled up his long hair for me. This is a lifetime. Years can’t stand waiting, and love has become vicissitudes of life. I am no longer the girl with beautiful hair and waist. Will you still love me for a lifetime? Influenced by parents, I like listening to Qin Opera. In the “the case of beauty”, Qin Xianglian sold the fields of his family in order to make up for her husband’s trial. Who knows that her husband Chen Shimei had no news for three years. After years of famine in my hometown, my in-laws starved to death. In order to bury them, they sold their houses and their hair. If you give your body skin to your parents, can you sell it? What can she do? When she came to the capital with a pair of children and daughters begging along the road, in exchange for the land was the cruel killing of her husband. For Chen Shimei, on the one hand, he was given a beautiful and rich woman, and on the other hand, he was the married wife who gave birth to his children and took care of his parents. He didn’t even hesitate, and he cut the mess with a knife. Tired of such a man, people do not know what kind of words to describe him. He doesn’t know what is hair settlement? How many years did he walk from green silk to white hair? It was really a waste of the hair sold by Qin Xianglian. In the end, Chen Shimei had no good ending. Nowadays, the mention of his name has become a synonym for the mind-bearing man. However, will the sold hair be recovered? I think, hair can grow new, emotion will not return to the original, hair knot has lost its meaning. It turned out that I was the king, but the king did not cherish it. Another farewell, but a lifetime. A woman is beautiful because of her hair. If she loses the beautiful black hair, even what a fashionable hat can’t reflect your beauty. The imperial family’s harem is full of three thousand charming, all of them are green and charming, with towering temples and hairpin sparkling. With the increase of position, the bun naturally rises and the hair accessories also increase, which is a symbol of honor. The woman in the palace wall, competing for favor for love and benefit, isn’t the beautiful hair a side winning point? Nowadays, all kinds of fashionable hairstyles have no nationality. Look at the yellow hair, red hair, and even more, the yellow, green and red hair dyed everywhere. Many people begin to miss the most original bun, natural, refreshing and soft, representing the sentiment of Chinese women. Indeed, I miss the era of storage, even the expression of feelings is implicit, but I can snuggle up with each other all my life. In the gentle time, between the spotless words, I don’t expect a piece of fireworks from the world. I only want to wear a bun for my REJOICE long hair at a dark dusk, then gently said: I like it!

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

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…

Linjia Lane

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…

Linjia Lane

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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Lover dies, lover…