On day of autumn, wipe the shine clouds in the very high hanging up of remotest places, it is still a magnificent one on the west remotest places!
Sky for August always bright blue one, one flying bird shy, make get up corner some warm colours of soul, all worries beautiful have all already become a kind of illusion, has sunk in the calm lakebed, thin turning one's head, but find that has not laughed heartily among the distance turning round yet.
The wind of August, blows afloat a section of frost and dew, a leaf has been dropped, the state of mind is falling in the Britain and Chinese and flying confusingly together, look at it afar in the sky habitually, aftertaste after a slices of floating clouds with different form, dark green inverted image to disappear wind for summer, repentant memory fall on centre of the palm on vast place that only. From dawn to dusk, are keeping this quiet heart lake but not daring to dream, only that multifarious worry, leaving the Britain and Chinese one after another, bury deeply.
Outside the window has already been the look in autumn, but heart, but does not give up like a thousand. Perhaps like to be one to give up, it is happy that can put down!
Stare at the scenery in the distant place, the heart has been already calm. Remember that sentence always in the heart, reason come on predestination go, all is up to reason. Perhaps the affairs of human life are so wonderful, do not remember who said: When the flower is not in bloom, always expect, keep thinking about the brilliance that flowers are in bloom, really keep to the flower and in bloom, worry. The flower is in bloom for one season, the leaf fell for a autumn, the way of life of the trials and hardships must be like excellently, but ten thousand helplessness moved, lotus for will it be day autumn, slough off go layers of layers of heart callus, know, can observe, come annual burden turn on and carry on one's shoulder or back setting still? Let's just leave a section of fragrance in the eyes of this world.
Dream for will it be night autumn, curtain wind blowing off on cloud and mist silently of roll, sink, leave that far in being quiet, keep in the wind, the expectation quietly. Some light burn, ache wound of state of mind, tonight brilliantly illuminated, I have already suffocated among the azure dream, that worry becoming thin day by day, dissolve it in astringent and astringent memory.
My singer like one night, fiddle with the string disappeared in a lotus nut rain, beat time to a song with the feet and walk only on the desolate road alone.
Thousands of knots in the depths of the night are thicker and strongly fragrant and strongly fragrant, the figure of the color was in full bloom in the place waning of the lights that one of far it flowed, the ones that look for the heart under my tenderness at the night are moored to the place. Retain a beautiful dream in the heart, give up having, make a kind of emotion become beauty of having no time, hoped to no longer wake up from then on in this dream especially, outside the window in the window, full and happy delicate fragrance floated.
There is very beautiful enticement in very far place, the deserted and gradually far memory that the wind blows is retracted. Walk at vast wilderness alone, I wonder should how pray prophecy of distant mountain that, grow and there is only a long-cherished wish too in this: Wish in when being round, let wind give you one warmth, one bright blessing not including the thousand li under night sky month then only ...... Happiness is good too, agony, the flower bloom and fall, came spring last autumn, could leave so abundant thoughts and feelings, let's go to chew the flavour in one alone.
Night in one, starry sky still magnificent, one meteor row window, know, have who even can afford to read?
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