Autumn, a strong and beautiful…

Autumn wind is heavy, autumn feeling. Wind, touch every inch of skin gently, like your cold hand, caress my bronze cheek. The autumn wind falls all over the ground, weighing thousands and tens of thousands, silently and silently. That is the wings of Fengshen. In early autumn, the weather is still a little warm. The landscape of the Earth is still green. At night, the Moonlight is like water and mirror. You go to the middle of the pond and pick up the remaining lotus seeds yourself. The moon, the cool glow under the wine, was paved into a slightly shiny light yarn, covering the whole pond. On the River Pond, the dense decline leaves are in the sky, and the scenery of the sky and leaves is endless. In the autumn of this year, it will never recover again. The moon is as bright as the Golden Palace in the sky, full of profits. You look up and look at the moon affectionately, with a sad smile on the corners of your mouth. Such a long, long, long, looking, what are you thinking about? Do you miss your relatives who are far away from the end of the world and at the corner of the sea? Do you still not want to feel the faint full moon like your heart, or do you feel sad that your life will be like this autumn leaf. At the end, silent? In the pond, fish are still wandering around. You hold fishnet and gently drip. Fish seem to know your heart and swim to the center of fishnet. Those fish in camouflage clothes, they were wandering around the internet one after another, and they were not comfortable. In fact, your net is laid on the water surface of the pond, leaving a little game for colorful fish quietly. You bend down and admire the lively and lovely water elves in the bright moonlight. You sing the song of Phoenix Legend: I am like a fish in your pond, just waiting for the Manchurian wild rice moonlight with you. After swimming through the four seasons, the flowers are still fragrant, leaving you in the middle of the water. You sing softly, with hoarse sadness floating in your voice. What are you thinking? Is this song touching the softest place in your heart, or do you miss the Moonlight beauty of the lotus pond in the past, or sigh that you can’t live freely in a beautiful world like a fish? The next morning, you came to the River Pond and looked at the Willow weeping, listening to the sound of the birds and the rhythm of the cicada, as if the gentle intoxication was written on your face. In the pond, most lotus leaves have withered and rotted on the water. However, according to me, you pointed to the half green and half yellow lotus leaf excitedly. Look, how clear and bright the water drops above are. The rain last night was really a timely rain. Look, although most of the lotus flowers have been thanked, the flower under your lotus leaf is still open shyly, as if it is cardamom girl who just came out of her boudoir. You took my hand and ran to the other side of the lotus pond. There are many lotus flowers that are not easily discovered by people. It is really beautiful. Pink is revealed in the white, which is like a goddess in Wonderland, immortal and independent, enchanting without affectation, holy, elegant, Noble you pull me, keep talking, the smile on his face is a little less sad than last night, more beautiful. Dear, what are you thinking? Is it the beauty that has not been opened in my heart for a long time that is rippled by the beautiful lotus flowers like poems in front of me? Is it the last time that I am determined not to be sad any more and spend the rest of my deep love with me? Or is there a little light of hope burning a strong soul in your heart? In late autumn, in the boundless cold, in the falling leaves, and in your growing weakness, it finally came. You and I came to the river pond again, but all the scenery was no longer there. The Willow was cut off, and the River Pond was dead and boring. Wind blowing, I will add clothes for you. The fish did not know where to swim; There were long hairy algae floating on the water. A cleaner pulled the dead lotus leaves to the shore with a bamboo hook, and the other went deep into the pond, sorting the lotus leaves and lotus seedpod over and over again. Several children found lotus seedpod in a large pile of lotus leaves and dug out lotus seeds. At this time, your face is calm without any pain. You said to me in anger: dear, do I look like this bleak pond now? No, in my heart, you are the most beautiful, you have a kind heart, God will bless you! Dear, look at that lotus seed, it will be buried deep in the soil next year. In early summer, it must be the lotus leaves in the pond Dancing with the wind, and the lotus flowers in the pond are slightly fragrant, it’s time for the empty butterfly bees to spread pollen! Then, you must be strong and live until early summer next year. Let’s look at the flower of life in a season! You were tired, lying next to me on the grass full of yellow flowers, and fell asleep unconsciously. For a long time, I called you, but you never woke up, and the wig fell on the grass. I hugged you and cried bitterly. My wife, why are you so miserable? Why are you so cruel? I left late autumn without saying goodbye. I stood on your grave, I will send you a withered lotus seedpod, so that you in heaven can become a fragrant and elegant lotus in early summer, and I will come to this pond, the pulse looks at you affectionately, as if you are in front of my eyes again, my wife beside me, autumn is your love language, autumn is your soul, autumn is your strong and beautiful heart. I will live well and bring you and my common beautiful memories.

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…

The confusion of summer night

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…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Iceberg love, lotus bloom

The lofty iceberg is far away to sigh your face; The snow is covered, and you are searching for your trace. The deep and shallow feeling of love opens in your heart. Over your boudoir, curtain yarn gently caress, red candle light tears, smell your lotus fragrance, it seems that the moon is no longer clear, but the heart is fixed at your moment, light darkstory, yingying drifted across my eyebrows, like the green water on the top of the Green Mountain, like the colorful clouds in the white clouds, echoing in the red dust for a long time.

Spring rain rippling, willows like silk, quietly wandering in front of your door, poetic flow for you, waiting for a moment when you look back gently, not afraid of the wind and dust you walked through bringing me into the night without you, I am not afraid that your slight smile will ignore me, and I only want to treasure your days.

Poplar blossom, dancing my young dream, the spring water is wet, wet through my dry heart, can not forget to have your time. The red dust turned around, but you couldn’t change your plain face, but you only introduced me to your home, dancing, blooming a white lotus in the clean Moss; The fragrance of books and songs, in the round jade bead, it drifts lightly. Open the bead curtain, your face suddenly turned in my heart, can’t wait for your poetry, go forward and pick up the pen, write the most beautiful music for you.

The rain fell on the top of the clouds and shed all my tears, expressing my years of pursuing you for thousands of years. Plum Blossom may regret that it is very far away, but it is like snow forever settling in my heart.

The handwriting is flowing and the spring breeze is ringing. I walked through your door and saw you and your old lover who you couldn’t forget for a long time. All my decisions collapsed in tears and I never met you from now on.

Maple leaves are so cool that they flow away alone in the long street. When you walk forward, the faint lotus fragrance wipes away the tears for me all night. I said that you are not the person I want, and your faint smile stagnated in the dark night, looking at your helpless expression, my heart can no longer refuse you.

The grass bursts, and the Bluebird refused to leave. Since then, you have never come back. The words of the red dust have not been written for thousands of times. The Songs of the past few years can’t finish your songs. The writing of that year is the end of the world, disappeared in the dream. You said we were a bright moon and a sun, and you lit me up with the light of your whole life. You said that one of us was a mountain, the other was a clear water, and you surrounded me in this life. But then you disappeared in the dark forever. I refuse to leave, waiting for you to be in the world.

The autumn wind rustled, chasing with tears, you fell in the snow peak, the Holy Snow Lotus remained your lingering warmth, the smile was stiff on your face, Snow Lotus in my heart, I understand, that is your best confession to me.

JS spring grass, walking through your grave, a thousand volumes of poetry, and the soft curtain are all your footprints.

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…

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…

The confusion of summer night

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…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…