The Autumn Rain Keeps Ticking

The autumn rain is cool, and the autumn wind is blowing yellow leaves. The wind rose, overflowing in this colorful autumn; rain down, potentially this mercurial autumn. Autumn rain, ticking ...... heart field gently swept, who with the common appreciation of autumn scenery autumn rain, or a peaceful heart as long as a careless, shaking a reserve of a long long time dreaming, touching a long-lost wake ......

The time, gently. Some of the dead leaves rise and fall with the wind from time to time, the road pedestrian tiptoe from time to time. The crispness of autumn, the gods walking, eyes jumping. A touch of thought does not realize that the rest of time between the first ripples, disturbing the small nest of this calm heart. The vague, drifting thoughts. The leaves of the fallen leaves are wetting the long-existing stagecoach at the bottom of the heart, and the trance follows the eyes back to the memory of the past. Some smoky love, on the fresh air, and damp earth, before the eyes of a rain after the autumn rain picture, meditation can not help but be more attracted to its light dance of calm gradually.

Light an autumn rain, hold a cup of autumn wind. Slowly walk and listen carefully, autumn rain stunned ticking. Dreams of the past silhouette, the wind in the implication, a brain into the heart. Suddenly, I do not feel that the gods are happy, there is a reluctance to disturb the idea. When someone occasionally passes by, occasionally drops of water drops on the fallen leaves, wandering Xu Xu did not fall. Looking at the crystal water droplets, the heart shallow flow. However, the pedestrians on the road, especially the naughty children, or will gently with a childish hand to play off a moment of storage of water droplets. Just a light touch, a sudden building for forever. At the moment, with the sweet smile of a child when the rain falls, suddenly no longer think about how to do the calculation, no longer think about how to flirt with the time, as if the heart has been intoxicated in a moment.

The untouched thoughts are now awakening. The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time. The moment that the wind lets the rain drift, will she follow the wind or the rain to exhaust this life's obsession with it to do this last move to cling to? The last moment of the life of this life of the mass with the last care Xiao finished this quiet life? The touching nerve can't help but to push, this leaf from the tender green to the short life of yellow, it seems to be at this time to comfort us what?

The world was originally clean and beautiful, and the encounter was originally clear and simple. Looking at such scenes, looking at the side of the subsequent occasional rustling down the fallen leaves, the air is condensed, or abruptly breathe when there is a quiet taste. Who knows, the footsteps do not bear to move, or startled the feet next to the falling leaves on the water droplets, it moved with my footsteps, has fallen this short life. Perhaps, all the good times in life are like the water droplets on the fallen leaves in the rain, especially precious, always let people do not want to disturb. But that pouring when the good, falling rain when a child's smile, silent unconscious already heart treasured.

The autumn wind is a little weak, the autumn rain is a little drowned. The deep feelings of autumn, who wrote the autumn rain quietly into the lines of poetry? The light interception of a section of the autumn wind, who in vain years of the story ticking? Perhaps, all life experiences are also like the fleeting scenery in our road. If you appreciate it seriously, you won't be left with the lament of the passing time; if you grasp it with your heart, you won't be left with the loneliness of your thoughts. If you and I are a fading leaf, are we willing to wander with an autumn breeze, accompany the autumn rain to moisten, reach a strange place, stay, and then secretly think about how long the road is for the rest of our lives? The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time.

Autumn rain, ticking ...... flowing years of light mixed with simple happiness, fine good time minute by minute in the passing gradually diluted and come. The mood settled in the wandering, not aware of back to their own cabin, the world seems to have quieted down. It turns out that some of the warmth of the walk, some of the heart slightly overflowing touch, the happy smile on the face, the heart of the bare frankness, is the best interpretation of this journey of life. "Tick tock ......" autumn rain can't resist a side and playful, do you hear it has also returned home?