Deep autumn, cool meaning, cold wind down the withered leaves.Sit
at the window, look outside a desolation, heart suddenly be pull
pulled, slight pain.In the autumn of this season, more and more
nervous, because always inadvertently poking people to miss the nerve,
pulling the line of thinking continuously winding, spread.
"Memory diary, have been stranded.
Bored into the blankly out the window, suddenly reminded of
stranded diaries have for a long time not to read.Gently pull the
drawer, took out lying at the bottom of the diary, since the end of
the affair, did not have the habit of writing diaries, because it
could not find any record of life.
At that time, we will each other on the phone saying good night,
then I began to record this day experience bit by bit, although appear
trite and insignificant, but these are between us indelible imprint,
gradually become my daily required course.I have been two year
anniversary, the carefully recorded diary as a small gift for you, but
not to send, we will each become strangers.
"Falling love, again silently."
Finger reading thoughts constantly, constantly tender, a buff
envelope quietly slipped from the diary, which was clearly to write
your name.With great care to make it from the ground up there, hands
shaking slightly.Now again reading the words, still will be moved,
after all, every writing contains all of your sincere emotion.
You once said to me, you can give hope to write a love
letter.Because I'm not good at expressing feelings, so write love
letters to me is a big challenge, but did not think he wrote three
full pages letterheads, perhaps to your feelings are too deep, so I
can write this more than 3000 emotional words.Even if it didn't take
them into your hand, I have also been well kept, as timeless
bookmarker inclusions in the diary of a page, white Memorial, commemorating the period of youth and love.
"Miss autumn, reruns moved."
An interval of three years in the autumn, when seen again wrote
handwriting, or imperceptibly to damp the fundus of the eye, because
the screen
memory continuously in reruns of past.You see scenery, sang songs
together, and said a word phrase, is a painting of the engraved in my
heart, not to, not forget.
When the incident. After all, time shifting does not return
years.Nowadays, only, is in every season of missing you, at this late
love letter, a person read once.There had been a warm moved, so miss
the autumn in shaking the memories of the lens, I watched quietly,
then smiles, tears.
