A dream in clear autumn, rain into a poem

The first rain in autumn fell gently, afraid to startle a pool of autumn water, dark coolness. The autumn rain is not like the summer rain to rush, autumn rain is more gentle, with the same eaves and drops of different seasons of rain.

The wind comes to rain, steals half a day of life, quietly enjoying a touch of cool is a pleasant thing, the years are so gentle to treat, the trace of the coolness, is the autumn wind chasing rain, is the fragrance of autumn rain wet flowers.

Autumn is high, the sky is high, everything is so fresh and natural, roll up the curtain to invite a journey of autumn colors, treasure an autumn rain, pick up a few fallen leaves, is the trace of autumn came, is the gift of the years. Autumn is like an old friend, year after year, as expected. The sun rises and the moon sets, the years roll by and return, and many people are no longer the same.

The autumn is a parting season, flowers fall leaves fall, how many hearts, with the autumn wind and rain scattered to the ends of the earth; how many fallen flowers negative prosperity; how much love divided the ends of the earth; how much love and hate with the wind and passed away; how many thoughts do not speak, but also feel and you live next door. The autumn time will be more or less faint sorrow, not related to the falling leaves, not related to the depression, not related to the time, only of the love.

Autumn morning, suitable for yourself to leave a tea time or sit quietly, do not want to break the beauty of such dust. Hold the cool time, walk on the quiet path, gently, do not wake up the dewdrops of the dream, do not disturb the flowers and plants of the pleasantries, quiet beauty is everything lovely, the years are peaceful and calm.

Time is a journey through the landscape, the wind and rainfall in thought, the world should not be too full of anything, water is full is overflowing, the moon is full is lost. In the half-blooming flowers to write a sum of mutual dependence, a faint affection to stay in the heart, in the night of the rising moon, drinking a white moonlight, Tang poetry and Song rhyme through time and space for a thousand years gazing, the moon color to wash away the vicissitudes of ten thousand years, and you and I can also build a dream under the moon, is a contract of three lives, not moving, is looking at the moon thinking of a clear words, appendage dream fall.

On the night of the clear autumn, only the empty city is generally quiet. Although sleepy, also do not want to say good night with the night, or because of the softness of an inch, walking clouds dream shadow and deep court green lamp.

The time is so moving, in the deep night, has the joy to step on the wind, eyes bright, slender hands condensing incense, thin paper falls a paper broken time. The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.

The time is growing one by one, staggering the poetic lines of the years. The company's main goal is to provide a good service to its customers. The fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a good deal on a lot of things. The flowers bloom for a season, a pair of red beans. I am just passing through, looking at the scenery of this world, visiting the landscapes of this world, walking the road of the red earth, and meeting the edge of life.

I would like to use three lives of fireworks, for a world of years of beauty, fireworks reborn in the world, we are all lost children, to guard a city of solitude, to guard a never-ending light source of the heart, to try to do the most beautiful self, like a butterfly metamorphosis, like a flower blooming. Go close to the beautiful things, appreciate the free scenery, record life with a pen, light up the world with a smile, touch everything with your heart, and treat this life gently and kindly.

The most important thing is that you will be able to get to know the people who are going to be the best in the world.

The leaves dance with the autumn breeze, the sky is high and the geese sound thin, the fragrance of fruit on the branches, the flying leaves, the inconspicuous small wild chrysanthemums by the roadside, all the images, the most beautiful look of this season.