Silver, love, rain

The autumn wind is bleak, and the leaves fall red. Flying flowers and autumn moons like Jinyu, the prosperous turn around are empty, we are on the other side of the trip, confusing, who destroyed the yearning candlelight? In the twists and turns, who is indifferent to the laughter of the past?

Looking far away from the horizon, Fuzhi talks and laughs lightly. I don't remember how much rain drifted on my chest and the wind rang in my ear. I only knew that the vicissitudes had already entered my heart and climbed into my face. The leaves fell and flew, and the vows once broke into the ground; the shadows followed, and the promised future was nowhere in sight.

Feelings are long, the road is long, passing through the years, passing by, waving goodbye, giving up, looking to the future. If this is the case, let it go to the blue sky, where it is farther than the soul to stop and stay.

How many nights, gazing, the lights are dim. Whenever the time circulates between heaven and earth, the meteor shuttles through the night sky, only letting it pursue the song that belongs to you and me.

Do you have to bear the grief? Flying, ups and downs, so bid farewell to each other's roads, and go far and wide. Is it true that all the feelings in the world are destined to look at the fire across the bank?

The heart is also intoxicated, and the years are also in the city. You and I met in the early spring, but it was falling in the snow and frost. We will not end the years because of the glaze of time. We should look for another world that belongs to us.

When the time is squandering, the snow flies and flies. The words of indifference have frozen the way we came. The interpretation of the true feelings, only the joys and sorrows. The journey of life and the lushness of the years will eventually become the basis of our memory.

Love is also hurt, and love is also embarrassing, thinking that the dusty memory will be erased over time, but it is not rivalry. Every moment in the story is the interpretation of the true self. When the desolation is straight to the heart, and you want to pull out, you are also stunned, and only the things are human beings.

In the drunken dream, the flower blossoms thank you, regardless of the wind and the moon, only to live up to the red dust. Feelings of indifference, perseverance, trying to go far, but silently in the bottom of my heart, blink of an eye in silence.

There is no other bank on the other side. There is no me on this shore, and the bustling and exhausted, has wiped the shoulders. Above the Lanzhou, who is playing a song that hates hate?

The glaze is scattered, everything is like a cloud of smoke, and occasionally a mist of rain.

In the gallop of life, when I look back, the fairy tale is over, so everything that is bitter and painful or happy will be turned into a warm current, warming the soul that has been exhausted in the years, soothing the soul that was once injured.

The sadness of the past, the farewell of yesterday, who knows? Today's hardship, tomorrow's remorse, who knows? Prosperity, insist on returning, love dreams, when is it?

In the clear sky, there is a fragrant silver dew, and in the memory, there is a legend. We are gradually drifting away, and gradually approaching, on the road of love, will we be in the story of the Allure; in the flying flowers, can we achieve the agreement here. There is also a tangled entanglement along the other side of the road. Occasionally, the snow of the years has a lonely drift. (

First day: winter temperature