Appointment for April

The early autumn in the North is still a piece of green. On the endless plain, the declining Green is connected to the blue sky. However, it has lost the charm of the past alluring fresh green. On the silver birch blade, a light yellow just appeared, indicating that late autumn is coming. The moonlight in autumn is as cool as water, flowing on the boundless wheat waves, making people feel comfortable and comfortable. In the autumn grass, a pair of overlapping autumn insects shook their wings and groaned passionately when they were happy. Although the sound was very light and light, it penetrated my soul. The world outside them did not exist. Perhaps, giving is possession, possession is giving. When affection and love is interpreted as such pleasure, it is such greed, such thrilling and selfish. This is the eternal reason, because it is the continuation of life, the gift of nature, and there is no power to resist. I don’t know who made that autumn flower look sad, which made people feel heartbroken and heartbroken. I was at a loss and at a loss. I think it must not be me. People have menopause, and that autumn flower also has a more seasonal period. This is a natural change. It must be natural that she is so sad. The farmers were sharpening their knives, and the sound made people shudder. They were going to harvest in the autumn. I seem to see the silver sickle waving on the vast land, the knife light set off the rolling silver waves, so crazy, so ruthless. During the time, everything on the Earth came into their pockets. The Golden and plump land suddenly became unobstructed and naked. Therefore, I prayed to God in my heart to let those farmers leave that autumn flower and that pair of happy autumn insects when harvesting. In such autumn, I made an early appointment for April of the next year. The first snow in early winter buried the last green vitality in autumn, but I didn’t feel lost and melancholy. When winter came, another season was sent away, and April was not far away. I stood on the vast snow field, just like the bare old tree with heavy snowflakes hanging on my body, but the ruthless cold could not freeze my eyes on April, although my waiting is like a long and cold winter. In the north of April, there are still pieces of residual snow. The grass has not turned green and the flowers have not yet opened, but the spring love in April is surging under my feet. In April, we whispered under an umbrella and let the April rain wet the floret umbrella and our clothes. In April, she helped me stagger up on the slippery stone steps and went to the top of the mountain to enjoy the beautiful scenery in the dim rain. It was the figure of us in the scenery, only in this way can it be so delicate and deep, just like a landscape painting that can bear human aftertaste. In April, she helped me slowly go down the mountain to see the waves rolling in the three rivers. Our body and posture reflected in the river. The River suddenly lost its waves and became clear, flowing slowly, the spring water of the three rivers, yijiang love. In April, this period of support condensed a lot of deep feelings, written into natural paintings, touched the spring water of Sanjiang. I think, as long as the mountains and rivers are often used, our love will not grow old. A great writer once wrote that April is a love thrown away after playing. Fuck him! He knows what love is. Let God save his sad and poor soul without love! In the future, I will not make an appointment with April, and I will sign an eternal agreement with April.

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