Autumn came in silently, with her ice-temperament, some bleak, some withered and yellow, as well as bright and clear look. I think I have a serious love autumn plot bar, not just to me in the fall coming.
Busy summer and fall, no, no Huazhizhaozhan spring, nor winter's clean, but it has a simple, practical people, people, as always, outrightly, as well as a sense of quiet comfort.
In October, not cool late autumn.
Inadvertently received a letter is not signed, letterhead, be careful of the open, clean writing, gentle words, like in the ears nonsense, about his dusty mind. I knew he was lonely for a long time, I know none of that happened in his mind the pain, but I do not know yet how to comfort the injured countless men.
And hundreds of thousands of pedestrians pass by, but will not know at that moment, that place with his acquaintance. At first glance to see if he knew he was a gentle man, and has a noble temperament, a sense of peace of mind. I remember clearly when it is at this time, but I just looked at him from far, so distant, looking like a close, but distant horizon feeling. As a result, silent watch, and watch bits and pieces of his life, all the time or the surging prosperity bloom.
Smile, really blessed.
Imagine your life if you like soft and flowing with huge tracts of warm, sun-like signs as you smile, I want to see you each and every person who will be deeply attracted to you, and you bathed in the same sweet happiness inside. Your life can only be a nuisance dust Do Bar.
Years hurry, time flies.
For the story does not end, but only wait quietly, silently waiting, enduring grinding the Xin-Zhi, of course, is a kind of torture bar.
As a result, turned around to leave and pursue a better alternative. The poetic in that autumn, there is no romance, no beautiful legends, and memories.
Tell myself forgotten, when the advent of another fall.
What does a small letterhead, do not understand how to comfort you sinking, such as the fall of that year, the same erratic heart, just know that you now need is a little warm, but you also will go sooner or later.
Fall, you are gone, again.
秋天悄无声息的来了，带着她冷艳的气质，某种萧瑟，某种枯黄，以及明亮和清澈的神情。我想我是有着严重的恋秋情节吧，而不仅于我在秋天的降临。
秋天没有夏天繁华，没有春天的花枝招展，也没有冬天的洁净，却有着让人踏实的质朴，让人一如既往的决绝，以及给人一种安心的清幽。
十月，并非凉凉深秋。
无意中收到了一封没有签名的信笺，小心的打开，干净的字迹，温柔的话语，像是在耳边呓语，诉说他尘封已久的心事。我知道他寂寞以久，我知道他心中无声息的隐痛，但我却又不知该如何去安慰这位受伤累累的男人。
和千千万万的行人擦肩而过，而却不明白会在那个时刻，那个地点与他相识。看他第一眼就知道他是一个温柔的男人，并有着高贵的气质，给人一种安心。清晰的记得那时正是这个时节，而我只是远远的看着他，那样遥不可及，看着像是近在咫尺，却远在天涯的感觉。于是，默默的看着，看着他的生活的点点滴滴，或是时刻都在绽放着汹涌的繁华。
微笑，真心祝福。
想象着你的生活如你的人一样温柔而流淌着大片大片温暖，如你阳光般招牌的笑容，我想每一个见到你的人都会被你深深的吸引的，而你同样的沐浴在甜蜜的幸福里。你的生活也只能是飞尘勿扰吧。
岁月匆匆，时光荏苒。
对于没有结局的故事，而只能静静的观望，默默的守候，持久的磨其心志，固然是一种折磨吧。
于是，转身，离去，追寻另一段美好。就在那个充满诗意的秋天，没有浪漫，没有美丽的传说，以及回忆。
告诉自己遗忘，在另一个秋天来临的时候。
一封小小的信笺又代表什么，不明白该如何慰安你那颗如那年秋天一样飘忽不定的心，只知道你此刻需要的只是一点点温暖，而你也是迟早要会走的。
秋天，你走了，又来。