Autumn Rain essays

A window of autumn rain filled my eyes with homesickness. The sky was dark and dark. I felt more worried when listening to the rain and the pavilion in the West Water was empty. Xiao Meng is full of love, people are thin in autumn, the rain is fluttering and the love is long, poems and poems are lingering around the autumn, and the past is more like smoke. The sound of a lute was desolate, disturbing the dream. The autumn rain was drizzling, but the gully was full of mud. The wind does not stop, the rain does not stop, it is more embarrassing, the heart is sad, and lonely. My heart is sad and scarred when you don’t see me. Autumn rain can’t wash my sadness. The wind and water rise, the autumn rain is like silk, the wind and cloud change suddenly, the leaves fall and fall, only deep in the memory. The journey was tired, the traveling bag was empty, the flowers were flowing, the time flew by, and the appearance was old but the ink was fragrant. Climb over the mountains, wade through the water, and search for traces. The river flows and waves layer by layer. No fish swim, only egrets dance on the shore. Who knows that there is no trace of running water, and the water overflows the shore with slanting willows, sighing the world. The rain has stopped, the wind dances alone, it is difficult to sleep at night, a cigarette can not burn nostalgia, only deep thoughts. Overlooking from the window, the night is heavy, there is no star in the sky, and the unique darkness. In the lonely place, the smoke rose again, and the fingers were not soft. A lonely lamp accompanies me, sighing that life is short, nine bitter and one sweet, be kind to yourself. Years are ruthless, my heart grows old, I am speechless between heaven and earth, my heart is sad, my tears are empty, and my words are also powerless. The blue silk adds white hair, and the forehead is full of ravines, which makes the world feel shocked. Get together in a hurry, only sigh the time is short, and tell your heart. The reality is helpless, how can love be tortured, where is the paradise of heart. The hometown will not change, the true love will last forever in my heart. Poor desire, looking forward to peace, return to nature. All gone, only the world of mortals has you, love lingering, warmth, love has a special liking, life hand in hand, grow old with you, my wish. bing xin yi jiu evening of 2012.08.10

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