The autumn wind swept over the run, blowing a broken piece of the sky Nongyun. Falling leaves, groaning in the wind, falling. Wet heart, as this autumn Fantasy dance, the pursuit of the past, the persistent dream, folding, love it, turned into a chapter, then gently drop bombs carved in the hearts of the trauma, memory stranded, cut the winding heart, eager to let the cold The heart of the sun get support, to keep a light mood, Dushou a time of the Huai Subtle, singing vacant life.
autumn wind from all over the sky, the air around the Qing Ji is full of air-conditioning. I looked at it the leaves fade in the wind, looked at it triumphantly after another falling petals, spellbound. Can Hong piece of their lives the end of the beautiful, thick and covered with earth again and again ... ... sentiment, the life ring of human will. This can not be sad with a tragic years and desolate beauty of life. Margin of origin to do, coming back, to a flower, set by the day. Breezy, thoughts like rain, wind in the hearts of a small window Piaofei, I like a piece of duckweed in the water, but it is so lonely, missing a strong, light ... ... back to the roots of the thinking that this should be unloaded Should not live in their own weight to a mild heart of the perception given careful thought savor the warm, quiet. I like "Silent fallen flowers, Rendanruju" appreciation "to the water poverty line, to sit from time to time to see clouds," Tian Dan's mind.
Autumn is getting stronger, the spread of autumn wind, I shuttle lonely soul, I Kouxiang spiritual resonance. If still a good angel, is putting her tenderness and powerful hand vicissitudes of glabella heal, to shallow ask me, do not Duochou, do not Shangan, open their hearts to me that ... ... With the yellowing of the leaves gradually lively heart , I think of concern and caring for my people, people looked at that heart-rending words moved, Qingqi depths of the heart of the door, spread out the soul of the soft, tender hearts can not let go. Only the most beautiful dream is to wake up, I believe the myth of the beautiful, sincere and beautiful. Feng Qing clear whether or not tomorrow, better weather?
The autumn wind blowing sky, scattered clouds and the sky finally cleared, the blue sky, white clouds, Fengqing, clear. Ripe fruit flavor bursts of wind hit, the fragrance wave Let me calm and gas, real experience of the fall harvest, the fall of grace, the beauty of the autumn. Wash heart, Shu Mei, the jump note of the heart, the perception that the fall of the most beautiful scenery.
in Red, another angle to think, they will find that they have been well-being, was the favorite, was a warm. Once again feel the wind in the fall, it seems that fishes dough, a soft heart, slowly rising from the bottom of my heart with a warm, quiet. Calm water, you love the world and the world will give you open-minded and Ning-ching.