2015年12月02日
With a heart of autumn
Experienced prosperous, just enjoy the pleasure of plain; Experience accumulation and dispersion, knows the meaning of cherish every encounter as fate has it, Experienced sorrow technology commercialization, cherish happy spot.
Night west wind, a morning, drop off a thick layer of leaves in the courtyard, what is cool, even in the autumn wind mixed with faint sigh, looking at the sky, missing is arranged in the clouds, the wind dancing secretly. Wind, the gentle sunshine into windowsill, a bright light shining layers, as if everything has life, the heart, in an instant there was warm.
Spearmint color heart, not language v. deep feeling. wind washing dust, deep in the hearts of the filar silk, compose a song poetry of quietly elegant fragrance. Cloud for pen, pick up leaves for paper, rolled out softly in the scent of orchids , scooped up any clear dew into the ink, wither in the bleak season, time gives us the poetry.
Life is rendered Jane insipid, but still have a dream. Like to go out and breathe the fresh air between mountains and grass withered, chrysanthemum is also open, flowing streams is still flowing. Like to quietly staring blankly, feel daze is also a kind of physical and mental relaxation, silence. Perhaps in a certain age, static, is the best life state, read quietly, silently miss, quietly looking... Quiet, just like a lamp that tea, Chen put peace and peace into tea, filter the noise and blundering, infiltrating the filar silk cool and refreshing cbbc.
Night west wind, a morning, drop off a thick layer of leaves in the courtyard, what is cool, even in the autumn wind mixed with faint sigh, looking at the sky, missing is arranged in the clouds, the wind dancing secretly. Wind, the gentle sunshine into windowsill, a bright light shining layers, as if everything has life, the heart, in an instant there was warm.
Spearmint color heart, not language v. deep feeling. wind washing dust, deep in the hearts of the filar silk, compose a song poetry of quietly elegant fragrance. Cloud for pen, pick up leaves for paper, rolled out softly in the scent of orchids , scooped up any clear dew into the ink, wither in the bleak season, time gives us the poetry.
Life is rendered Jane insipid, but still have a dream. Like to go out and breathe the fresh air between mountains and grass withered, chrysanthemum is also open, flowing streams is still flowing. Like to quietly staring blankly, feel daze is also a kind of physical and mental relaxation, silence. Perhaps in a certain age, static, is the best life state, read quietly, silently miss, quietly looking... Quiet, just like a lamp that tea, Chen put peace and peace into tea, filter the noise and blundering, infiltrating the filar silk cool and refreshing cbbc.
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