A beginning of autumn, the in the mind and feel the autumn. Autumn is always sad day bookman meditating on the season. A something bright in the autumn wind, leave a autumn song. In the corridor of time echoes in the, in the fall of ten thousand to one thousand on the things out of China of Hugh sadness. Spring rain gave birth to the grass, but both gave life to decline. The autumn wind is from a sad person heart and up, you will have the product of the cold this BeiQiu gas.
And this fall but of many event, diluted the fear of autumn has been and disenchanted, slowly back in the autumn wind smoked some joy. And "tree, mountains QiuSheng cold color" BeiQiu have different.
Autumn, the total in her calm Confucianism elegant look, what shading, always in her light language in shallow sigh what telling.
WangBo tang dynasty in the autumn HongFu tengwang pavilion on JianBie sequence "write" and LaXia and solitary inspired fly together, of autumn sky color ", what wonderful elegance flying. Yes, often read the sentence, the in the mind as the autumn wind drum had the sails, face breeze in distant view, fly either the transgression of dancing clothes with "fly.
Just as this fall, at the moment of mood. Have far away the autumn wind brings us event the joy and moved. Let the early autumn rain a golden inside information. The harvest is not only happy, also, want to face upwards of IP long arms. "Not necessarily deserving of sad autumn gas, light can be people. LuChi cold it is all down Qu but judah, red experience a minimum money". This JiQiu, took off in full of the fruit of the branch, and blossom a tree is green, green garden in the dreams of the emerald green autumn nursery.
"A year must remember, the prince ning is orange orange green". Its moments of beauty, full. Is not under the feet of the land?
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Through the summer, sees many the duo duo the flower of rich and gaudy, wear a green unlined upper garment attacks, showing off a full of red, yellow, and appearance...... , contend. The surplus and colourful to drip. Beauty is beauty yi, but always let people dressed in her reading out the things slowly put China to sorrow, "disappointed order former red peony", like the short of the summer days. Loading not her so strong the deep feeling, a storm will take back the red. This beauty, always let I can't stop detailed view, always in her forced the beauty of Yan in lower the head to. Life is too luxuriant, often can't like being the timid meaning.
The summer flowers, only lotus, existence like. That Jue ran in the left of the waves in smooth shadow, colourful and not common. Often saw lotus, remembered as a surface such as ancient peach blossom, NiaoNa romantic woman to come, of subject to zhang ailing's "the water as flower a person", give a person infinite daydream. As if a gust of wind, the flower will be provided for fairy, so the light to move into blue waves in, such as CaoGai abandon the world of mortals. Lotus beauty, beauty is extremely beautiful not glaring make public and free from vulgarity, don't dye dust.
Big flower flower, like most of the autumn chrysanthemum. "Garden chrysanthemum flowers tulips" Dan yellow, "a solitary in from the color like cream" jade-like stone white, let a person very sincere beauty, fear, beautiful let a person get nothing done. As XianLe outside of the nine days, occasionally lust after earthly busy, stop short of questionnaires were returned. Let a person feel the beauty already separate a life time off atlas. A the BeiQiu suppress the made this flower season of the traveler, unique but surely in the autumn wind chrysanthemum. Choose from the kingdom of wind and frost, not pursuing spring warm place. To light muscle weak bone's quiet JinRui light alone proud cold, let everything with respect.
Also, that kind of small, or single or double floret, free from full open. Or small yellow or white stars, or little purple...... , on in the field, in the wild, the lawn, as XiuQiao light spirit of stone the faeries, laugh fell of the beads, was that the skeletons 靑 tendril of random string up. Hang in time crossbar. The places where the wind, ups and downs and blue waves on the sea is fly up jade-like stone beads, is that small color bei, is the faeries eyes.
This little flower, a small one, a small cluster of, the poetic spread out in a Beckham out of the view of such as, give a person infinite joy. The small pieces of plain, is her dance partner, the only colorful butterfly, smoked yellow bees, is her dancing of either the light clothing, with the wind rhythm, dancing elves the steps. Zhao dance in the palm of the fly XiuYi light spirit, hand came flowers like tremble, and the body similar to the wind moves is so beautiful.
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Often envy flowers and plants, through a season after the germination of blossom, able to hide in qiu dong in soil, the silent reflection. With underground water, soil, the small insect exchange of one season and loss, for the next JiChongSheng and accumulation precipitation. Until the spring breeze blows, flowers or flowers, grass or grass. Don't like a person, from open my eyes to close the eyes and long life, and always in the upheaval through. Only a short time the salad and childish, will not bear the burden of growth. Freedom as a wanton plant grass, a little flower.
Perhaps, I am not flowers and grass, won't know the joy of flowers and plants and sad. My eyes of flowers and plants, always yours in the years of standing in the wind and frost, ChangQingChang Bess, let my heart envy of life meaning, infinite and yearning. In my infinite range, sometimes come to a plant grass, a tree. But don't choose to be a flower. No matter what kind of flowers, will become the eyes of others, as in the world of a story. Just want to become endless forest a tree, or a tree without a name of the grass, in the time course. Maybe a group of passing the bird was in the branches of habitat I; Maybe there is a left in my branches nest; Perhaps, I had hidden in the dense leaves a be pursued squirrel; May be a heavy rain discount the softness of the leaf. Maybe, in the time QiuLi and full of branches of the leaf is one that is left autumn wind 巻 leaves, lonely number to countless QiuSheng.
It doesn't matter. Willing to be processed into a time an old tree, a ball of strength. The existence of the buddhist meaning, life of one season, time round, the vast universe.
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