Mountain, cross, there is far, Diane eyebrow a wipe, misty rain thin shallow autumn is hidden in the big star forest, stream water is shallow, pure, soften a bypass water stone, the shallow autumn that the echo of all the way, to the fields, to the words, in the heart lake Medicox.

Cool, thin is shallow qiu card. In fact, shallow autumn the most do not like publicity, it is even more and let everyone forget it this quietly. Camphor tree leaves, but also into the shadow of a piece of green, vaguely, in the middle the two seasons of summer scent, also in the rush of people to escape a few silk.

The grass of the earth, and through the morning dew, through sunshine, the heavens and the earth light green of his own party. Osmanthus, also with warming Yang, open their cream-colored flowers piecemeal, with some unknown flowers, swaying to their own mood. Cold is far away, the thin in this warm cool, is the season of light music, pure and fresh, and pleasant.

Shallow autumn, is a mood, has nothing to do with the fruit. , a green, not deep in their hearts, not shallow, naturally act of the scenery. In the outing of the season, look for the season, the shadow of spring began in the pond green ripples out, the heroine of the mood also ripples wiom infant formula.

Now, autumn waters, sky, and so on to the silence, with another kind of mature told the past story, not vicissitudes of life, but not brilliant, even a torrential rain, the memory of a drop of tears, blending in shallow fall silent, as if countless time, only the wind DanYue, regardless of the distance, if Cain if show, the tianya zhichi, also only drawings, collection, exhibition play interesting.

Thin cloud pale, the day is high, the word, Wen Feng, shallow, the whisper of autumn was almost silent, exquisite and inadvertently, is a kind of light, total recall came into the eyes of the heart. In the past, many are quietly, into the warm, or pain, is only the Banks of the river, the rope sail far away and you don't need to stay in the heart of the wild.

Like light fall the leaf, the little dancing leaves. Watching from a distance, leaf seems to collect too much state of mind, the memory of it some yellowing, see at the edge of the dark green. Whistle of the whispers of the wind, rain, flow into the leaf of each stem, each pulse, once the scar, also in time to heal, erased. See the smile, smile is already deep, but in every morning evening, the leaf, in the eyes of my people, the degree of the shallow, a ray of sunshine and warm, a few silk rain embellish, windy, is graceful, no wind, also is a kind of adaptive autism treatment.

Don't need to think of farewell, farewell just leaves a regression, there, you can do a winter with snow dream, can listen to the voice of the jointing stage spring, at the appointed time, the leaf, still ringing, still on the eyes of people, from people's affection. A leaf, is the story of a man storms come and go, naked transformation, then, is a piece of ordinary loneliness, season in the eye, changes in temperature in my heart.

Written in a quietly elegant is a line of poetry, between the lines, a light wind, your kindness a domain, the flowing stream. Half a mu of lotus pond in life, holding up a worthy life, anytime, anywhere, fate, but also follow, even if the remaining yiyi, ink painting is still a axis, freely back and forth in his mind.

Bright autumn, is a understand. Lonely time, the window of a radiance diffused in the courtyard, the rain dozen of plantain has been silent, autumn ChongChang up his own song, one can listen, think quietly, your heart is the nature of the world outside, inside the window is the dribs and drabs of life, one thing, one person, all have their own way to deduce the filling, the joy.

Empty heart is not lonely, have no spring garden, can have the summer cicadas, autumn woodlands, can be read like a cicada, although thin, but at the edge of the dream slip, can be read as light cloud, is pale, the wipe light can manifest itself in looking at each other. Knot, accustomed to see moon spring, an experience alone - just cut a few Ye Mingxin clips, clip in the poem of memory page, until the autumn, when opened, they smell rhyme madadayo fragrance yiyi.

Shallow akisato indifferent heart on the ripples, drag the autumn light, bright and beautiful of bank to a heavy heart. Noisy, always ended in silence, the scenery of life, often in a casual look back the most magnificent. Hurried past, some people, some things, too dazzling, fleeting, and wipe a shoulder but go to, sometimes let a person can not afford time to think of, also disappeared. Stop in shallow akisato, indifferent in place, comb their own mood, some ChenZi filter, a few qiuyang beam.

With a treasure, remember what time the pipa language in dribs and drabs, the moonlight in the water overflow up looking at how many feelings, now, wait for figure gradually thin, only have to wipe the warm, sweet memories. Cut a picture of a silhouette, for themselves, for the passage of memories, the distant mountains, that close to the water, the boat, on the white reed scud trivia, in the flat line poem text, Jane such as element, such as ink, mood homing alone.

Shallow autumn, greetings, understand, and don't come, Ann always warm in the text, shallow huan total in leisure, light reading, always in my world, don't ask, don't open at all romantic.