This life is only for you

October has passed away in a hurry. Seeing it, winter is approaching. The sound of wild goose array passed by with missing. The loneliness of floating clouds infected the wailing of wild goose. The sound pulls the intestines, penetrates the blue sky, engraved in the heart for no reason, spreads in the softest place, and does not feel the mist in the eyes. In fact, I am not a sentimental person. The pressure of work and life makes me have no chance and energy to be sentimental. However, today, when the wheel of time runs over the face, my heart can’t help feeling a burst of tension. How many feelings are moved in the deep memory to take root and sprout, and the long leaves bloom? Melancholy, lonely, looking for thousands of rivers and mountains, where to find the gentleness and happiness you give! I only know that I have lost a lot of things, lost my passion for life, persistence for career, and no regrets for love! Lost Happiness, lost inspiration, lost youth and expectations. Where can I find the miss passed by your poem, The Love permeated in your singing, and the care permeated in your laughter. The pots of chrysanthemum in front of the window are still blooming as before. Despite the cold wind, the color is still delicate and charming, and the fragrance is still fragrant. The purity of white, the passion of red and the romance of purple seem to be a spring back, which is also bright in their smiles. Who said: if a leaf knows autumn, it is difficult to say that a flower can’t be spring, in the sense of spring! I hope I can find the passion, persistence and no regrets I want in the clear appearance of chrysanthemum! Staring at the graceful posture of chrysanthemum for a long time, I couldn’t help admiring its awe-inspiring character and pride. It was a song of life, a song of life that would not fail! If, I can be as strong as chrysanthemum, There won’t be so many unbearable and reluctant things in your concern. If you leave, you will be determined! But you don’t know that it is sadness. When sadness flows back into a river, who can carry a lot? I don’t believe that I have that kind of tenacity. I have never been a strong person, although your encouragement is as firm as a rock. Thank you, thank you for accompanying me along the way. When I am unable to carry on, I will remember the strength you gave me. There is a sentence in your parting that I have rooted in my heart and learned to comfort myself in the days when I am not here. In a word, I will irrigate it with tears all my life and expect it to flourish! I asked quietly, who is you? How can you leave the last elegance with the deep red cinnabar in your heart? Who is you, the most beautiful scenery in your heart, and what is a painting? Fantasy in the wind and rain, hold your hand, recite the death and life, and talk to Zi Cheng. Hold Your Hand and grow old with you. Yu yikuoxi, no, I live. Yu Yixun XI, No, I believe it. I really want to hold your hands like this, pick a flower of chrysanthemum in the light of the morning light at the shallow fence, brew it with tenderness, and see you drink it down, and the fragrance remains on your lips, flowers bloom in your laughter. I really want to hold your arm in this way, walking slowly along the path where the autumn leaves fly, watching the Red Mountains and the maple burning the autumn frost, revealing the heavy eaves. The night drum and the morning bell woke up the sleeping darkness one by one, and the day when the dawn was waiting again and again, the day when they began to stay together. I really want to rely on your shoulder, smell the fragrance on your hair, struggle with a piece of hair without regret, let the past come and go to show the affectionate style, make a cup of tea for you when Yu Xilan smokes, and accompany you to drink and whisper. Who wrote to kiss my eyes, cover my half-life exile; Touch my face, comfort my half-life sadness; Take my heart, melt my half-life Frost; Hold my shoulder, drive me to silence. The vicissitudes of the heart, the heartless fingers knock out one after another soulless words, and the eyes begin to give birth to boredom, pain, abandonment and gloom; Didi Cold Dew is covered with dust, wet the sadness in the poem. My poems have been tired, which can’t describe the waves of ripples in my heart, the lingering feelings of mandarin ducks and butterflies, the desolation of Falling Flowers and flying catkins, and the crying and sorrow of the flute and music! Don’t always say that my words are full of sadness and can’t enjoy the happiness given by loneliness. I can only hate the sadness of leaving. Who was it? He told his ears again and again. The sensational call was far away, and the dream began to wake up and fall asleep again. Most of the time, what you see when you open your eyes is just the back you are gradually gone. The back that fades out of my sight blurs the warmth deep in my memory. The sleeves were waved lightly, and the eyes were desolate, the eyebrows were pinkled frequently, and the cheeks were dizzy and dyed to leave. Looking at the temples, there is already dust and Frost, flowers fall in the glasses, don’t dream cold tonight. Thin wine residual, Qi toast, zhichitianya, care nothing tears full feast! This is how life goes and goes. Think about it. Accidentally overlapping the two shadows, it is time to say goodbye, don’t look back, I saw your nostalgia blossoming on the way! I am still that hibiscus, in the cold and cold rain, the moment you turn around, has been released for you alone! I am destined to live alone for you in this life. If there are traces of fallen flowers in your dream, that is the figure I am looking. 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