Chrysanthemum

The autumn wind washed the earth.

All the flowers have been swaying, only under the corner of the wall, in the shrubs, there is a little yellow between the dead leaves and butterflies. At first glance, nothing is obtained, like a blue vial drifting on the sea, secret, ordinary . Suddenly a wind blew, blowing the flower pole, blowing off the petals, blowing away the dead leaves, to see the slightest special.

The autumn wind roared and the sky was yellow.

It’s rare to see a very vibrant scene in a dead silence. The wind was a little bit up, and the flower was defeated for a few rounds. It was broken, broken, and damaged. But it still sways with the wind until the waist breaks or is uprooted.

An unnamed wind blew through the East Fence, where the yellow flowers seemed to be more spiritual. A cluster of flowers brushed obliquely, but it does not fall. I don't know if it is provocation or resistance. The sky sneered and turned from yellow to black, and the wind called was stronger. The flowers converge on the petals and are determined to compete with the hurricane. It looks very bold and strong. In the darkness, the yellow of the film is brighter, and the strong wind is like ridicule, ridiculing it is out of place, and willing to go it alone. The wind is getting more and more fierce, taking away the path of the poor leaves around the bare branches. With a loud sound, the branches broke and the yellow floated away, like a yellow cloth hanging down to the black dyeing tank, hanging in the dark sky. Before leaving, I was finally willing to throw out a star-shaped petal, and I wondered how many people could find it later.

The situation is changing, the history is changing, and it is ruthlessly hit by the society. After the painting, there are many people who are pure in nature.

The reason why the meteorite is expensive, because it is clear, to pure; the reason why the carbon scraps are paralyzed, because it is cloudy and dark. Today, jade and carbon scrap are in the same basket, jade has become carbon scrap, and the near ink is black, despite how unwilling and helpless it is.

Guiyu is also covered with a carbon-like appearance.

The second day: forgetting people