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As night fell, blowing out the window from the Wan Feng, a feeling of fishes Liang Yi, already in the autumn. The leaves looked out the window, the autumn wind Chuila many had strong Congcong the trees, once the bleak Climb in the autumn wind, falling leaves scattered on the grass, the autumn wind is so sharp.
  sitting alone at the window, looked out the window of the sky clouds and the sky seems to be going to rain, gloomy sky feels sad, irritable heart to the extreme, often the most uncomfortable feeling of pain to walk quietly in my mind, That's what kind of pain? This is like the autumn wind cut sharp thorn in the heart, the drop in the hearts of the blood, pain and silent. It may be cold in the autumn of my heart that hot to cool, is destined to my heart is sad and cold in the fall of it?
  wind gust of wind, cold wind I like the trembling, tearful eyes that seemed to dim in the wind off the leaves in the fall of the lingering moments of the past looked at the branches to give up those eyes, a sad Pain, the wind did not see that the remains would be so cruel Chuila leaves.
  Mouzhong I have tears of a grief, a touch of sadness in a spill Xu Xu warmth and look forward to the eyes, the wind would disperse my long hair, long hair flying murky eyes they are not clear about the immediate landscape. Inter-trance back to the past, has not described the bright shadow, the joy of the sentence, the handwriting is sad floated in the wind, the bitter taste of writing, there is no waiting for a romantic, tear drop dotted That melancholy, lonely night.
  lonely autumn falling to accompany memories still, dark night has become so quiet, so quiet, silence is perhaps the best comfort you!
  Ye Feng, such as heavy fog, has not spread, I was filled with painful recollections, the window of the wind blowing in. I also cooling, air infiltration sad my heart, I do not know stroke brought in the free mind What next, then drop the nib tears, wet paper lamp. Through tears woven into the fabric, in the heart tremble at the sad, beautiful little poem can clear up my happiness, is still only a trace of the pain seems on the verge of collapse in the autumn leaves, Writing in the heart of the bitter.
  night, Leng Qingqing, wind, ice-cool, Leiruyuxia. What I want to wake up and everything would have to bear in mind that could dream Liaobozhuona the wind in the thoughts of pain, brush away the shadow of happiness, leaving behind deep grief, falling leaves, cold Xianqiansushou, tears at the drop James Full of cold clothes on.
  night, silence has become more and more cold ... ...

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