MLB Jersey,Read up a love affair

 To the south of the four seasons, as the north obvious, already is the deer, but not "limitless fall a wood," and desolate and bleak. Just, the sky to more and more profound, rivers to more and more thin, fields more lonely. The fallen leaves, withered lotus, sweet and residual chrysanthemum, these in autumn of fresh life, in season in the deep quietly to dissipate.
Season, always follow our path forward. The left hand, still holding zen sound like nets of xiafeng, right hand, with the cold winter has. Season, so in imperceptible in alternate, like a love in the wind, come and go, to come.
I sat in the tail of the late autumn, and the wind to sing, see a and a lovers.there, in the autumn comes after spring in circulation, scattered, if violently foliage, cried and stunning. Some sincere feeling, the fallen leaves flying in, too late light grip, is tapering off gradually have no trace, conceal in the years in the moss, the wet, fell to heart, never takes not, but exist.
Late autumn sky, more abstruse, high. QiuYang warm warm days, the sky is blue, blue is that a historic, but still young, blue. I have YunXu across, if a pure blooming lotus. Hope in gently, will read up these "I is a cloud in the sky, and occasionally in the projection of the wave you heart. You need not surprised, without joy in a tick more, destroy the sign of a poem.
Memory, or high school is deeply like this poem. At that time, just think of the poem, catchy, poetry floating. After some emotional, to read on, total feel short rippling lines thin how cool, autumn night if the dew, wet, infiltrating the light of sorrow.
Some say, every drop dew, are the lover of the dawn. Their long silence in the slow night, waiting for the first rays of the sun in the morning. Just, also do not wait until the sun really close to, and the dew in twitter apart, if this mundane world meet, in the beginning of the met, then to separation. Maybe, I shouldn't in such sadness mood to interpret this first chilly beautiful poem. In fact, poetry, only occasionally pass by heart sentences. Spread in the poem many outside the thing, is their poor his life shall go to appreciate and feeling think lasting appeal.
I sat in the autumn leaves along the ground, the clouds of the sky a and a float to cast one and a shadow. Yao has been, perhaps, you are a cloud, accidentally projected in my heart. From then on, I have a cloud in my heart. These worries, if lotus.
Like to use the metaphor of Ephraim to their mind. Always think, hidden in the depths of the stone I lotus seeds, like I'm not easily the cushite worry, sweet, or, bitter, a person hold to hold. And you, with the gentle sunshine, I embed mind gently open. I like deep wet lonely, in the night breeze silent pause, or, habitat fell.
Have you by time, day become warm and wet. If I a child, flowing simple and pure static happiness. Distant happiness, filled with every cold cold night more. I put a cloud of mind and read to XiSuo in my words. On paper, the thoughts of walking, fresh each other with the appearance of vicissitudes of life. The dream, once again and again to, if the spring of the grass, inch, takes a heart soil.
And the grass (together, and thoughts and sad. Sorrow at midnight, I use to cool slightly to the tips of your fingers, knock some themselves to understand are lonely. I put a and a root of the hit and miss strings, link up is very long, but the missing distance measurement. Across the river between us with hearts, only in the river at far to. In fact, both understood, this one a life time, doomed can only watch fate.
You put the first "my dear, why weren't you at my side" in space. Often open, light slow and melancholy melodies against my whole body meridian. I often addicted in the sadness of dialogue and melodies, vaguely heart pain.
I'm afraid this kind of pain.
I like this kind of pain.
I need this kind of pain.
I think in pain, I think in silence, if lonely night breeze, wandering in a each one you wait for the crossroads.
I walk in the breeze, the thoughts go very long, the days go very thin. On the streets of yellow leaves on the ground, filled with a ground fall alone. I'm standing in the tree, look up a tree golden, the in the mind was full of moving. The leaves and branches in from the moment, also enron as before.
I through the tree aperture, ahead in the deep blue sky. I want to distance of you, it is in the same direction. We in the ends of the city, and read on a love affair. You have said that the love it far, everything to me and you will work hard to infection.
The wind raise my long hair, gently caresses me face, there is light warm across central sea. I understand, has been blown by wind day, there will be some dust settles, into the depths of the years spots. If, night light slide over the leaves of the crumbling with shadow. And we, in which the taste and a cycle of the seasons.
A love affair, even if is a wind, come and go. But I believe that this relation, and it has been walking in the wind.