Ruthless red and ruthless things of fallen leaves, two of the youth brocade, watching the red fallen leaves in front of the court, listening to the autumn rain and singing, as always, as always, I wait for a bouquet of flowers, enjoy the beauty of the autumn and the fall of the fallen leaves in the time of the season, and wish me a long time.

There is a feeling in the heart, a long period of time, along the years past spring, summer, autumn and winter, morning and evening changes, sunrise and blooming, sunset and interest, even when the time of the grinding, the years of washing, when the flowers bloom in the moon will also be flooded, miss the disease, time is like a injector, absorb the past events of the world, will absorb the past events of the dust, will be scattered in the dust of past events, will the past, will absorb the past events of the world, will absorb the past events of the scattered world, will the past, will absorb the past events of the scattered world, will the past, will absorb the past events of the scattered world, will the past, will absorb the past events of the scattered world, will the past events, will absorb the past events of the scattered world, will the past, will absorb the past events of the scattered world, will the past events, will absorb the past events of the scattered world, will the past, will absorb the past events of the scattered world, will the past events, will absorb the past events of the scattered world, will be It is suppressed in the narrow space, fermented into a thick yearning into your life, like cells to reproduce, withered, proliferate, in the wilt, in the proliferation, cycle, Rong Rongmao bornThis wasnot adecisionthat Itook lightly. .

However, the boat has passed the mountains, the water is not a time, the mountain is still, the grass and wood, the old age, all in the walk, all in change, the only change is the first heart; the first heart not negative, and what is the beginning of the heart? There is no one in the world. I sing alone in the three thousand night. With the beginning of his heart, a shadow of the past, the film of the past, the ripples of missing, a square of the yellowish brown spot, and a quiet face, a smile and a silent smile, a pot of deep clear, and a drink with the time of time.

Many times, a love can be brewed into a pot of light fragrant tea, which is steaming the past with old passion. I think this moment falls into the whirlpool of missing again. Hand in hand a cup of tea, fine products slow swallow, wing tasting, revisit the long history of the deep feeling, it is so refreshing, fragrant and moist heart, looking at floating tea like this love, this love and heart, floating and deep, warm, but always emanating scent, gentle breeze in the rain, warm a pot Deep in love, drink and yearn, in the twinkling of an eye, it is full of warmth, soft and soft.