Autumn wind message

When autumn wind brings sorrow, blows over face, and pours out worldly confusion in the cold. When the night is full of people, the mood is aroused inadvertently. Just want to stay away from the hustle and bustle of this city, so that the autumn wind will not be so hurt and so cool.

A lamp of tea, a person, only autumn wind, no bright moon. Trying to deliver memories to the past, never thinking, autumn wind always inadvertently lifts the wounds of years. On this cool night, let tears fall on my face.

Turn over the past and add new worries. I hate you just like this tea. From warm to cool, just for a moment! If spring is a magnificent beginning. Then autumn will be a lonely ending. Whenever the wind blows, peace is a luxury. The wind rises, leaves fall, let thoughts soak the night, and sprinkle the melancholy all over the place.

Only hate the night is too long, as if a person's land is at the end of time. With the wind rustling, and the road boundless. A beautiful scenery, but also an interpretation of a life. I also wanted to decorate the scenery along the way with flowers everywhere. I once thought that your babbling tenderness could water this flowing time. However, the wind sends flowers far away, and the end of the world flies separately!

In your dream, you are in the midst of a hundred flowers. Outside the dream, I sit alone on the cold willow bank and listen to the wind. Open palm, always can't catch the lost time. The dusty past will eventually drift away in the long river of years. The other shore is brightly lit. On this side, it's lonely.

I come from spring, stop in autumn and wander. The lights are still bright and the autumn wind is still cold and cheerless. After all, I can't outline the colorful scenery with bees dancing and butterflies falling in love. The time of spring flowers and autumn moon is just a cut reflection on the lake surface of Yanliu Lake. The wind blows over the willows and drifts away the ashes of the lake.

Night can't conceal the pallor of autumn, and autumn wind can't send away the sadness of night. At this moment, there are no flying flowers month by month, no falling trees like snow, only the worries scattered all over the ground spread in the endless night, watching thousands of lights in the distance, which clearly went out in the autumn wind and gradually blurred my eyes.

Go to the best of spring, and Qiu Lai hates it when he is free! Rather critical, YiYe Xiaoqiu language, and my mind, who once knew? Cook for a period of time, drink a pot of breeze, treat the past as a hangover, and forget the past while walking in the long years.

If silence is the most affectionate confession, turning around is the most helpless expectation. The spring breeze brings the story, but the autumn wind confuses the ending! I'm like a canoe, drifting with the tide in the long river of time.

Now, I still stand in the same place, but forget that I have spent no one here, seeing flowers fall like rain, drinking a cup of night to dream, and letting autumn wind easily penetrate the vicissitudes of my life. Turn around, write the past into the wind, and let your heart blow all over the ground.