Quietly autumn

When you are silent, poetry and music will come to you gently. In many such wonderful moments, you gently touch the ancient thoughts hidden deep in your body with your hands, you will have emotions that you can only understand. Yes, in the flood without shore, you were once shore; In the season without water, you were once water. You have injected rainbow into the distant sky; You have declared spirituality to the gloomy wild goose. The future days will be longer and longer. In the same feeling, you can’t escape anything, let alone learn to deny and forget. I can only stare at myself firmly in tears. Whether flowers bloom or fall, it is just a mess of colors. The Willow swaying at the end of the wilderness always shows a puzzling posture. In the daytime, the sunshine slips over its head, and at night, the Moonlight slips over its head, which is the pure language. No matter when, you stare at the curling years winding around yourself with sincere eyes; Out of silence, it grows into a burning flame. You have a vivid experience of life, but you dare not admit that you have understood dreams and all the mysteries…… The world has fabricated countless pink mornings. Sunshine is passing over your head full of vitality. The grief and anger you want to vent have already vanished. Only the sentiment of kissing years still presents the pink color as always…… Quiet Thoughts quiet season. Poetry also appeared under the street lamp in the night with few clothes, revealing the gloomy expression faintly. Music gives me wings, and my heart is in sweet disturbance. The bright moonlight makes me uneasy. In the long dreamy night, I carefully constructed the ideal blueprint, and I didn’t know whether the gust of wind blowing the next morning would come from your side. The misty and rainy season is quiet. Autumn is in my heart.

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