The time when the autumn wind blows

Walking quietly on the gray East Street, this is an old street with few passers-by. There is a small river beside the East Street, walking gently along the Gray Street, following the river, yue Feng came to the sky that year, the familiar and strange place. Yue Feng’s father was a businessman. She was on the way to profit all year round. Her mother helped workers in a factory. Compared with the children in the same village, the conditions at home were rich. However, Yue Feng, but sleeping in a period of time that I can never erase. The autumn wind blew and the chill burst. A man walked along the path in the suburbs and along the Sunset Glow, one mountain after another.. Under the sunset, the sky’s red glow lit up the dark gray grass beside the path. Yue Feng didn’t go home, but came to this place full of autumn grass. Yue Feng lay on the shallow grass. Although the grass had already died, its body was really so warm. The night is coming quietly, and the autumn night is terrible. For people like Yue Feng, the autumn night seems to be a fairy tale. Yue Feng looked at the silent night sky, tears falling down his face drop by drop Xia Mo was a girl, a kind and quiet girl. Smelling the fragrance of books, along the green and gray Street, Xia Mo met him, a weak and amiable man. There is a kind of love called love at first sight, and for summer foam, this kind of love is called autumn. The autumn wind blew gently over the tip. Yue Feng walked alone on the gray East Street, passing by the silver birch tree. A girl came across the street. She was as quiet as the wind, gentle as water, holding the book “Remembrance of Things Past” in her hand. When the girl saw Yue Feng, she smiled wanran. When she passed by, Yue Feng’s heart suddenly jumped very fast. Smelling the faint fragrance of books, Yue Feng came to the bookstore in the town after stepping across the green and gray streets. However, the book “Remembrance of Things Past” was gone. A week later, Yue Feng came to the bookstore in the town again. This time he finally found his favorite book. Yue Feng didn’t like reading foreign novels, but this book was an exception. When he came home, Yue Feng’s home was very quiet. When he opened the book, the book seemed to be his best confidant. Suddenly, Yue Feng was a little surprised. On the third page of the book, there was a beautiful card with such a sentence written on the front. My dream blossomed under the Silver Birch of that autumn. On the other side, there are only two words Xia Mo. Yue Feng took this beautiful card and suddenly felt a little more warm in her heart. In this way, Yue Feng was intoxicated with the fragrance of books. The moon was already round, and people were difficult to get together. He met 15 again, while his father was far away from home. Before my mother came back from work, Yue Feng took some money to the small shops on the street. The shops were not big, but moon cakes were abundant during the 15th festival. Xia Mo, hurry up and help. Someone bought moon cakes. When Xia Mo saw Yue Feng, a feeling of deja vu surrounded her heart. But Yue Feng remembered that this was the girl she met under silver birch that day. Xia Mo said to Yue Feng, which one do you want? Yue Feng said a little nervous, I don’t want too much, 3 osmanthus, 2 rock sugar and bean paste. Yue Feng took the moon cake, said thank you and turned away. A few weeks later, Xia Mo and Yue Feng met in an English cram school. Xia Mo liked to talk to Yue Feng very much. Yue Feng had a good foreign language. He always helped Xia Mo to learn a foreign language, that’s all, yue Feng found that he gradually fell in love with summer foam. In this way, a few months have passed. Yue Feng left the cram school, where Xia Mo and Yue Feng disappeared in the crowd. However, Yue Feng remembered the shop, the girl. Another year passed and autumn came. Yue Feng walked quietly on the green and gray Street, passing by the silver birch tree, Yue Feng found that it was Xia Mo who was coming. Xia Mo saw Yue Feng and felt very happy, while Yue Feng was even more happy. Yue Feng and Xia Mo walked along the silent river and walked through the mountains one after another. They came to the grass, which was blown by the autumn wind and the grass shining under the sunset. Xia Mo and Yue Feng embraced together, facing the quiet beauty of the sunset. Xia Mo and Yue Feng made the most beautiful wish. A few months later, Yue Feng’s mother found that Yue Feng and Xia Mo were in love. Yue Feng’s mother had seen Xia Mo, but she opposed Yue Feng’s association with Xia Mo. Yue Feng certainly refused, so Yue Feng’s mother met Xia Mo privately. She strongly opposed Xia Mo’s association with Yue Feng and said something very unpleasant. Xia Mo left crying, since then, I have never come to Yue Feng. Yue Feng could no longer contact Xia Mo, and Xia Mo never found Yue Feng again. Another autumn came, Yue Feng passed by the shop again, but he still didn’t see Xia Mo. The autumn wind gently blew through the tip. Under Silver Birch, Yue Feng took the book “recalling the flowing years” and stepped on the green and gray path, wandering under the fallen leaves alone. Finally, under Silver Birch, they met again. Xia Mo cried and said to Yue Feng, I really love you, really, if I can’t be with you, I won’t marry for life. Yue Feng held Xia Mo tightly, and his thoughts for a year were like autumn wind, blowing through the tip, like fallen leaves, and crying. Xia Mo pushed Yue Feng away. She said to Yue Feng that if I would see you again in the future, I hope it would be in the auditorium full of flowers. Xia Mo left Yue Feng. Yue Feng looked at Xia Mo’s far back and strengthened her faith again. Autumn passed away, one year, one year, one day, one day. Three years later, Yue Feng found his own career, but when he passed by the silver birch again, the small shop could no longer see Xia Mo. On the day Xia Mo left, Xia Mo said goodbye to this autumn. In this world, Xia Mo was beside the familiar road. In order to save a child, he never came back. Yue Feng finally understood that the person who was brave in that year was Xia Mo, not a foreign student in her mother’s mouth. A few years later, he graduated from college, but Xia Mo was always silent in that silver birch tree, one year, one year, one day, one day. Yue Feng’s heart has long been dim. He walked quietly on the green and gray path, passing by the silver birch tree, disappearing along the quiet river in the period when the autumn wind blows. Flower Blossom literature club flower group: Hua Xiaoluo QQ543679624

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One

I like to be a warm woman, simple and happy! Fill a pure feeling for a plain day. A ray of sunshine, a monsoon rain. I like to be a beautiful woman, beautiful and true! Add a touch to daily life. A touch of laughter and fragrance. I hope to be a woman with a gentle smile. In my smile, there is a warmth and a deep feeling. This is a kind of feeling, and this kind of pure feeling, it never fades and is rooted in the heart of each of us, with warm flowers. No matter how simple a woman is, she also has a delicate and gentle mind. Through a period of light smoke, she has been through the waves and waters of a city. She still holds her dream in her heart and moves forward alone. Today, I stand on the ridge of the early spring and April, looking far away. The Wind from the prairie in the air blows across my cheeks, and my soul is shocked in the spring season. The sunshine without defects was filled with all the golden rape flowers. The tender branches in spring make ripples in circles on the Green Lake. A swallow swept across the water like a huge record and played a song with warm spring flowers. In April, I was fascinated by my eyes, full of green eyes and full of flowers. I like your lightness, your softness and your lightness. In April, I love your Piao, your beauty, and love your elegance! Oh, spring Oh, let me hold your hand, with the spring breeze on my face, and walk into the grand garden of April! Every April, There is always a kind of expectation, looking forward to a most beautiful date. April is a world without dispute and a colorful spring. It is static and even more mobile. April is my peach blossom garden, a city that deducts fairy tales, and a window with lights on in the beautiful Grand View Garden. I am waiting, looking forward to it, not meeting, but meeting again! April, do you understand me? For so long, I still yearn for the smoky rain in southern China. For so long, I still love the blue sky in northern China. I still reflect on how to let you meet me. In my most beautiful moment, it is my passion to reflect on the Sunshine, carefully full of flowers, and the trembling leaves, I still imagine that I can stare at you under a flowering tree for a long time. I saw that you came. At the moment when a tree was blooming, Jade Trees came to the wind. I saw peach blossoms in the forest falling on your shoulders, and the Sunshine reflected your beautiful appearance. I want to hold your hand tightly. From then on, I love and you love. I am warm and you are warm. I saw a kind of glittering happiness and moving in your eyes. I heard the surging song in your heart. I saw the dew everywhere in the stars moistening your flowing sorrow. I still remember that it was also in such an April that the fragrance of spring and ice solidified your and my heartbeat. I still remember that it was in the May of the warm sun, with a tree blooming like water. I still remember that June, you accompanied me with a roll of fairy tales to see the sea, and the sound of the waves was so harmonious that we sang with each other. Here, your poem, Sunrise, fragrant grass, fallen petals lie in profusion, is like a green flower in the water. Here, your affection, the warm sunshine in spring, the drizzle knocking on the window, the force is transparent, and the affection is long. In April, let’s have a little rest in our hearts. The Shining trees and shadows in the forest are covered with mottled sunshine, bringing the most beautiful warmth to our earthly hearts. Two moving hearts, no need to hide, let the wind feel a kind of soul-penetrating spirit! The time of March and April is very beautiful. The Road of April is very long. If we can stay together in the country of April on the other side, if we can still read my heart in the season of April when flowers bloom every year, if we can become the most beautiful scenery in our heart even if we look far away, then I would rather not see it in my whole life. My whole life is Mister Buddwing, flowers bloom and depend on each other, and flowers fall without giving up. Quiet time, quiet and quiet. In the dark, I deeply feel that even though we are far away from each other, we can see each other’s eyes, Even far away from time and space, you can feel each other’s beating hearts. Even in a strange world, we can look back at each other and continue a previous agreement. In the interwoven words, we can understand each other’s meaning and affection. In April, the appointment period between you and me is always short. However, I am not afraid of separation. There is no separation. How can there be a reunion. I am not afraid of lovesickness. Without lovesickness, how can I feel that deep bone. Even if I don’t see it, I am still happy. In April, you can not see the familiar figure in every fragrant scenery in my world? Whether it is a beautiful and remote grassland, white clouds roll back and forth, green carpet, you are graceful; Or the vast desert, Hu Yang Red Willow, boundless smoke, you smile proudly. Looking back at the vivid and beautiful pictures, my heart is loving. I deeply know that even though years have stolen willow green and red flowers, we will never steal our original oath. Life and Death are wide, and Zi Chengyue. Even if I don’t see it, I am still firm. Looking at April, in my world, Every grassland can find your trace, persistent and romantic brushwork, carved countless sunshine-like warm happiness, where there are strange bones and heartbroken loneliness. My love with you is firm and profound. I dare to say that in my life, this affection for you is a poplar, which is a legend that has not died for thousands of years. When the Red Sun leaned out of the East, we bathed in rain and dew in the morning glow and walked on the familiar path. The song of love in our heart still sang in the field. I opened my sleepy eyes, took the gentle of April into my arms, picked small flowers in the shape of flowers and washed them in the neon, with the warm smell of sunshine. When you and I walk together on the top of the mountain, you are still beside me and enjoy the sunset folium rhododendri daurici, Ren’s happy smile floods on his cheeks. I still love the song “You are in my life” sung by you most: how many people have loved your appearance when you were young. Therefore, I cherish our delayed devotion more. This is enough! The sky is spring for me; I paint for spring. You are the most pure and beautiful blue in my eyes, and the attachment that will never be exhausted in my life. Dear, this April, let’s hold hands and build a dream for a while, OK? Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

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