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Autumn, fallen leaves know autumn is a season reincarnation

I know that it is autumn, heart infected with this journey of dust, began to meditate on themselves.

By John WilsonPublished 2 years ago 4 min read
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Autumn thoughts, after an autumn rain, the whole world is relaxed, quiet. The cool wind swept the wheat fields, the mountains, the lotus ponds, and everywhere was the smell of ripe and sweet fruits.

Walking into this cool and cool autumn, what catches your eye is another scene. The trees are yellow, the clouds are light, the water is clear, and the lotus pond is still the hustle and bustle of the past. The green lotus leaves are swaying with their heads bowed in the wind, which is meditation, elegance, and the essence of life.

With the season's notes, the mood also changes from time to time. Now the sun was shining, now it was silent.

Is the cool autumn after the rain, dyed cool my heart, dyed cool my pen.

With the feeling of aimless walking, at the foot of the maple leaf, the scenery in front of the eyes, the heart of the gentle, this moment I think someone can understand me fall in the fall words.

Autumn beauty, the United States in a clear, a clear, a casual. Such as a elegant woman clear, simple, light, unfettered in the autumn rhyme to write poetry into the painting.

Autumn, dizzy dyed you and me in the time, clear years of mountains and rivers, blowing light clouds in the sky, and my heart lingering autumn Xu, between heaven and earth became a clear environment.

Autumn has not faded the dream of green, STILL STAY a brusHSTROKE of AUTUMN MEANING, turn around IN the season, from LIGHT MAKEUP to FULL-bodied colour changing.

Like autumn, because like autumn in a beautiful picture. Distant near everywhere to the heart, a calm, gentle, comfortable, light fragrance rhythm, let the heart feel a fresh and free from vulgarity of beauty. It is reminiscent of the autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn scenery, more poetic, the mood into a dream, into poetry, into drunk.

Like the autumn, also like the poetic life. Like to sit in the autumn, enjoy the autumn, write autumn, read autumn, drink a cup of sake alone under the moon, dilute the idle sorrow, the breeze blowing a wisp of flowers, quiet mood, to catch the cool autumn heart a warm fragrance of love.

In the change of seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter are constantly reincarnation. We accept the impermanence of life and the freedom to come and go. I only hope that in this process, the most warm, clever collection into the book.

The season reciprocates in time reincarnation, have frustrated, also have harvest. Peace of mind in the face, not to gather and leave, and sad. In accordance with the heart to go to the depths of time, a light pen is and years of peace.

Quiet time, light pick up a few maple leaves, an autumn leaf into the word, an autumn leaf into the heart, an autumn leaf message distance. Roosting soul for the most beautiful autumn scenery, sunset alone to enjoy.

Hide your heart in the autumn landscape and meditate alone. Think a lot, I want to trap me is not this autumn in the story, but their own heart, they can not surrender their own heart.

Is there two sides to a person? While telling yourself, refused to forgive why they are always sentimental, hurt the thin thoughts.

The other self tells itself that you have done a good job, don't pay attention to what others say, nothing will change.

I know that it is autumn, heart infected with this journey of dust, began to meditate on themselves. Good and bad through the road to meet people, are the grinding process of this life experience.

I can forgive those who have hurt me and wipe the SLATE clean. But I always refused to let go of their own, not to forgive their feelings, only I alone, proud not to bow.

Never want to take care of other people's thoughts, just blindly like to follow the line, but lost the reflection.

Everyone has shortcomings, there is always a spur of the moment forget myself. May the days in the future settle down, let the heart clear ning, alone keep this autumn scenery into poetry.

Time flies, leaving many memories of the past. With the change of seasons, half into the dust, half into the lines of poetry, the earth rises and falls, every life in the change of seasons quietly understood.

And I still keep in their own world, the same looking for the pen more embellish the heart of the breakthrough.

Those who have passed by the time of the story, whether it is good or bad a stroke. Gain and loss are their own past, such as scattered petals, a piecemeal, can not pick up Mosaic, leaving a light warm incense to the years.

Whether into the autumn or late autumn, I keep in the time of the ferry, give yourself a warm hug, the future is very good, move on.

I think the world of autumn, there must be a soul. Early morning thin fog gauze disperses, with cool breeze, wrapped in light fragrance, according to me.

Listen to a Zen sound, across a wisp of cool wind after the autumn rain, the world is my elegant dust smile, good morning, August autumn......

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John Wilson

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