Autumn and Winter Check-in Challenge
Just in time for the rain, and reminiscing about the years, empty bottle dreams, autumn to get tired, provoke a period of sorrow, since goodbye, lovesickness lingers, the stars and the moon are unaccompanied, the flowers are really depressed, the lonely autumn is getting late, who is a total of Chanjuan - inscription.
Walking alone on the autumn streets, my heart is a little melancholy and melancholy, looking up at the sky, the remnant sun is like blood, looking down at the ground, full of withered yellow leaves.
Autumn is coming, like a person, walking on the colorful path of falling leaves, looking at the depression, unreasonable sadness in the gray sky layer by layer of smudge, it is the autumn solstice of the year, and there is a place of falling leaves.
Autumn is a harvest season, but also the beginning of the coolness, but also the source of sadness, whether joy or sorrow, are gradually ripe in this season, green apples are ripe, chrysanthemums are yellow, the sky is full of fragrance, but only you are not by my side.
Bending down to pick up an intoxicating red leaf, the clear texture, you can see the vitality of the past, and now, lying quietly on the deserted street, helplessly chased by the wind and drifting back and forth.
Standing quietly in the wind pavilion, standing alone under the shadow tree in late autumn, there will be a kind of thoughts and thinking, and many reveries will sprout inadvertently.
At this time, the mind is like a small river, carrying maple leaves, gurgling, thinking of distant ...... in the distance
In the early morning, the fog filled the air, blurring all the goodness, the memory drifted in the fog, and the heart remembered that autumn, which was also the autumn wind, and the yellow leaves, that autumn, the heart was bleak and swaying with the autumn wind, and the heart withered and buried like fallen leaves.
Outside, the late autumn wind is very cold, the noise of the vehicles echoes in the air, thinking of the parting in the autumn, people come and go, farewell platform, the train carrying people only knows how to shuttle back and forth in the strange city, never care who the melody of parting is ringing for, for whom ...... moored
Outside the window, like the night of water, flowing slowly;Tonight, how many sleepless passers-by are lonely and speechless. Let it go, time passed quietly, regretted, but, nowhere to be found, I had no choice but to sing the song ...... in my heart
Look at those arriving whistles are always very long, as if urging passengers to get on the train quickly, no matter how much they retain, they can't keep the hurried passers-by.
Time is like a horse, and years are like water. Perhaps, life is a comprehension.
The time of youth is often as trance as yesterday, and the years are always like a clear spring sliding lightly in the palm of the hand, reliving it from time to time in memory, and constantly cutting.
Looking at the autumn wind, the red falling, twisting a maple leaf and looking at the autumn, the eyes are full of autumn, I can't get out of this spiritual fence, let alone step out of this emotional swamp.
The autumn wind is drifting, the geese are flying silently, autumn, it's always like this. Isn't it that there are too many thoughts in this season to refuse to leave ......
The years are ruthless, covering up too many far-fetched smiles, but they can't hide the traces left at the beginning, along the track of time, tie the faint thoughts to the lonely branches of the leaves, and use the autumn wind as an introduction to dilute the passing of the years.
This autumn, this wind, this fallen leaves, repeatedly overlap some memories about you, always soaking your mind. Sad or happy, the whispers chatter in the bottom of my heart, always in sight, drifting my soul.