Dead leaves fluttering, there were numerous, such as the butterflies dance like Shu Yifei. Once green hills, green trees, green grass, yellow or red at the moment have been replaced by the withered before the show enjoy the most magnificent and splendid.
Leaves, the sound of the wind tear the brawl, and then reluctantly falling. Look at leaves, a piece scatter, and as you floated away, the hearts can not help but give birth to an infinite pathos. That dependency has been accompanied by the tree, the tree dressed in lush foliage, but now it Suifengerqu, the call of the wind or the earth's expectations? Left in the leaves of the tree told me, come to a close the end times, in the "Blooming" on the occasion, it determined that "are paid to piles of rubbish," conclusion.
Walking in the fields, autumn indiscriminately struck a chord in my hair, blown chaos of my thoughts, but also flipping me want to dust up the original hearts.
The dealer harvest season, while I was harvesting a heart filled with thoughts and sense of loss.
"Since ancient times, sentimental farewell injury, more nakan, cold Kiyoaki longitudinal section ... ... then there are thousands of style, but with what people say?"
Only one poems scattered network to Pingze rhythm as the latitude and longitude, Yin Feng full moon, play the zither splash-ink, or graceful, or bold, carefully capturing your information, repeated search for that lost the details. Phi Yifan with you once month, Gong Shang a song, Aichi Xiangxi friendship, as if shrouded in its winding wine, even though lanes and far-reaching, but also to conceal its sweet-smelling aroma, which means long.
Only by seeking a lyrical pen, Embrace in wind and rain, Embrace in tenderness, in the paper hunchbacked hunchbacked forward, or Yin, or endowed with a light ink to write once memory. In the encounter was an intimate friend, with heavy handwriting, recording the joy you and I, will leave a huge gap between the lines. In this lonely space, there is my deep thoughts, deeply moved, long sigh.
Only to find a deep courtyard, alone, hiding in Lvfeihongshou Department Ningmou elegance of poetry through the ages, or facsimile, or imitation, so that my heart is in poetry rhyme wander to find the whirling light and shadow, so that my verse in the melt with flowers, Di Yin atmosphere of flowing. I believe that your peculiar harmonic rhyme that is my one-line poems.
枯叶飘飘，纷纷扬扬，如彩蝶般舒翼飞舞。曾经绿色的山，绿色的树，绿色的草，此刻都被金黄或火红替代，尽情展示着凋谢前最盛大的灿烂。
树叶被风撕扯着哗哗作响，然后依依不舍地落下来。看落叶，一片片飘零，亦如你的飘然而去，心中不免生出无限感伤。那曾经与树相依相伴，把树装扮的郁郁葱葱的叶子，而今却随风而去，是风的呼唤，还是大地的期盼？残留在树上的叶子告诉我，曲终人散终有时，在“姹紫嫣红开遍”之际，就注定了“都付与断井颓垣”的结局。
漫步在田野，秋风肆意地牵动着我的长发，吹乱了我的思绪，也撩动着我原本想尘封起来的心扉。
一季的庄家收获了，而我却收获着满心的思念和怅然。
“多情自古伤离别，更那堪、冷落清秋节……便纵有千种风情，更与何人说？”
唯有撒一张诗词的网，以平仄韵律为经纬，吟风赏月，鼓瑟泼墨，或婉约，或豪放，仔细捕捉着你的信息，反复搜寻那失落的细节。曾经与你同披一帆月，共赏一首曲，相知相惜的情谊，犹如缭绕于曲径通幽的酒香，纵然巷陌深远，也难掩其醇香扑鼻，意味悠长。
唯有寻一支抒情的笔，缱绻风雨，缱绻柔情，在纸上踽踽前行，或吟，或赋，用淡墨书写曾经的记忆。在相遇相知的那一页，用粗重的字迹，记载着你我的欢乐，字里行间会留有巨大的间隙。在这寂寞的间隙里，有我浓浓的思念，深深的感动，长长的叹息。
唯有找一个深深的庭院，独自躲在绿肥红瘦处，凝眸千古唐诗宋词的风采，或摹，或仿，让自己的心在诗风古韵的婆娑光影里徘徊寻觅，让自己的诗句在融着花香、笛音的气息中流淌。我相信，你那奇特的谐韵，就是我的另一行诗章。