Another autumn

Part One: shallow drinking October, another autumn I am a man, go on a long mountain road.  Trees along fairly high, the wind came, they danced with envy dance.  We live in a small town at the foot of the mountain.Stand on the mountain top, all the houses are clear of Lang Lang.Beautiful mountain like a goldfish swam in silence no one’s way through the woods, I have not the slightest feeling of fear, really want to go all the way down, so this picturesque landscape has been uniform tile in my eyes.  Never thought, when I was finally able to get such a quiet time, but mixed with any little how hard I can not escape the first glance at first glance hi sad sad.  At the moment, in my vigil this mountain, bright sun and wind, red Maple Leaf.In late autumn in a variety of organisms are serious, calm temper their own.And me in front of all these beautiful things, actually could not help but produce a feeling of love and affection.  This is how a simple and complex, both sad and uncertain, helpless nor resentment, neither wanted to calm the mood want to struggle?  Oh, falling like autumn another.Years constantly repeating the same changes, but these changes very regularly, I was beginning to understand: my heart that no matter how fleeting the good life and therefore will not change.  It turned out that an evil pregnant, gains and losses, this is the life.So when exposure to a mountain, I feel the side of the evening autumn wind blows, but intoxicated side of the mountains in this quiet silent.  It turned out that the so-called frustration and pain, all our lives must experience.However, dear people Yeah, in my memory warehouse, to find the words you have just crystal clear and because those concerns and beautiful picture.Your concern, like the dark night of lights, my life has thus become stronger, full.  October mountains, filling her feminine elegance in the mix.The mountains in the afternoon always flies!Going down the mountain, I turned Huang Ji, an unknown wild flowers slowly falling in the autumn.I do not know, it is not dying at this time next year for a more brilliant bloom; I only know, Cursive writing strength of character, Autumn Sound dye wash romance, falling interpretation of calm, is a fleeting scenery!    Part II: Another autumn years rush we passed downtown, noisy solitude, we have taken the scenery, the rest of wandering – EDITORIAL night shift for two consecutive weeks is finally over, feel physically tired tired.The road about four or five am commuting some coolness, and sometimes the fog, really see the road, I would have thought that the fog of smoke, but too few pungent taste, original, autumn has really come.Autumn cool late September attached to the face, although cold, but still not as “cold Joseph” to describe, remember this season in the chaotic world slowly calm down, I want it exile, it exiled to the barren island.  Like a long time did not see the bright moon and stars, do not know whether it will be “months to the Mid-Autumn is exceptionally bright.”?Opened the window looking at the deep sky, nothing, just before night falls, there is also over the next big rain.A person be a long time, it will inevitably think of the heart between the mundane annoyance, that a trace of the complex tangle, some people helpless.Falling leaves start it?Guyan you still there?I quietly, blankly, thinking.When a network nightlife people stop looking back, the mood is inevitable that some sad, listening to sad melody, written some trivial text.It is forget the pain, or involuntary nostalgia?Various “no reason”, all the “Left”, who can give me a satisfactory answer yet?  Autumn is the harvest season, I harvested sorrow, regret harvest, the harvest of loneliness.  It is a continuous work makes me tired, so I was stiff face a loss?I do not know, too busy.The breeze coming through the window screen, hair quivering moment, it seems a little heart flutter.If a big crowd had not met, I would not be walking on the road lonely for Love?If there is no feeling lost after the heart, it is not it will not appreciate the taste of tears of melancholy after?Lonely night spread, I can watch a little mind read like?Insists, is not to see the results you want, but want to know their level of dedication; wait, not to turn after you wake up, but to understand just how serious this feeling.I know, some way, there is no turning back possible, only go with the flow.  I, turn the page of the past is ever, look back, think about it, perhaps because of experience, will understand aftertaste of bitter and sweet; perhaps it is because of experience, and will understand the growing worry fun.After the experience, I have to admit that no matter what can not place too much hope, hope that some will only bring more sorrow.  Autumn is a sad season it?Over time, as the distance of alienation, about friendship, about love, about all the emotions, then there will be a feeling of you first meet?Joy, laughing, bland?There may be more ideas, more feelings.Season of autumn, season of my.Once, I said to myself I just got used to it, you get used to the midnight sky, accustomed to a person sitting in front of the computer pounding the keyboard, used to own text.Life is a dream, this is the bar?I have always marching footsteps walking past on the road, when defeated flower leaves, beautiful memories of that spring, summer prosperous.Memory is limited, and memories are a very long way, I also want to delete lonely autumn.  No stars of the night, is the solitude of the night, no moon night, a lonely night.Between the plot of the book fall leaves, there is a little taste of green that year, but now slowly, slowly, I remember it was quickly picked off the scene, leaving only sporadic Memento, leaving only one person I looked at the night, the silence of the sky.Part Three: Another day of autumn always laugh weeping and noisy gone through, this is not the last touch of the sun Xiatian Gang convergence, the fall came.October arrived, the weather will cool.Just after five in the afternoon, the air abruptly with a killing cold, need a bodysuit, and also in this cold surroundings gradually quiet down, people’s mood also seems to be this cold air condensation.Night hanging moment, the sound of pots and pans scoop spoon of people, adults and children home for dinner shouting voice warm this cold air, setting the mood gradually began to live the pan.  The fall of last year and this year is no different in.  Camphor trees bear the fruit of a rich purple-black as last year, with black feathers, gray or mottled feathers bird feathers in the morning light jumping on camphor trees, joyfully peck agate-like fruit, at this moment, all the happiness in the world are these birds linger in the body, such as happiness this brilliant sunshine, but also as sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance pervades this campus open.Last year this fall, the birds also share the joy of the entire fall with the students.  Front office stairs and put on the pot of gold, pure white chrysanthemums, its petals or the slightest twist or his back Sky.Placed side by side there have occupied this corner last year, more than a dozen pots of herbs, plants such as Mahan its child, flowers have five petals, red or pink.Although the flowers as big as a thumb, but may have a very open spirit, as a girl Zhang smile, happiness and sunshine.  A year’s advent of autumn, the sun will be smiling from corner to corner of the west side of the east; broad-brush under several games of autumn, and that dry air is cool, the light of the sun will be softened.Camphor green leaf yellowing in light of the passage of autumn, and some leafless trees are swaying, already lying on the ground a few slices of yellow and green leaves.This is reminiscent of camphor tree this year’s spring the thick, red, yellow leaves, new leaves them for germination, even morally jump.Now, in order that camphor winter, and there will be some leaves floated down, twice as much as a year in camphor leaves the.  This year’s autumn walk in the camphor tree of children who may be different.Another session of the graduates three days away, another crop of freshmen arrived, the teachers here have added a few gray hairs, they go in a certain state of mind that camphor tree is different from last year, it.I seem to feel more and more that camphor heavy silence over the years, it has been standing here, watching many of the teachers and students put their lives vivid interpretation.I also have this same feeling that camphor: see how other people live this agitation, a good catch of fish they want.Then put it in a corner to chew, taste the taste of this life.  In fact, this very pleasant autumn.  All this, in fact, very good.Because this fall, I suddenly realized that many of my love for my loved ones!Although I am with you very far apart, living environment unlike you, but because you love heavy, my heart is no longer alone, no longer helpless.I have a lot of love for others can not get, which is enough to make many people love a mixture of envy.    Part IV: harps rustling parting sigh, fireworks autumn should easily made further cold drink, and grow old.  Harmonious in the defense, and everyone still good.  Broken strings, leaning carved at the Lanna song, how can that interpretation inherent tenderness tenderness in Pipa?  Easy cold fireworks, Acacia Who knows, how can a new song engraved guqin little lonely injury?  It does not take falling, recalling old friends Fuqin.Yin after a mountain stream, the earth’s ups and downs, not bloom again from the War, drip recall, but it is soon after the fireworks cleared makeup.  So, fingers down on the strings, dial dash of beauty, but by the wind across the other side of the pear tree.  If, give me a bamboo Xiao time, whether over the height of the Red Cliff, Dankan breeze, listening to the water?  May my song wandering, I Dances messy; Rinpu cross Xiao Xiao sound mildly, with several distant.Any heart like glass, dust and incense and exhausted, like a clear sky near noon day.  Night water, shadow hit a touch of thoughts, carrying thousands of years missing from the traces of cohesion when the fireworks easy to cold, indifferent look back, weak shoulders are not able to record once lost Hedrick, detailed Dianqi toe, only leaving under dismal moonlight deep sigh, Angela thrown aroma, long green drift away slowly came to an end in the autumn of rain washing.  Dance setting sun, walking in the autumn afternoon, Ren Yuhui to drag back a long, long.World of band, I miss you memories of past lives.  Free time, pre-trial Scattered, piebald stone, cement batter, wild moss diameter, the wind had nice, looking up, feel the dripping through the traces of time.Town people, the water also broken bridge, also Xiaofeng moon.Miramar year to accompany youth to the collection this season, this moment, the future of dawn, the first sleepless pillow.Rang a bell rates afternoon, perhaps, a person a long time, get used to indifference, disdain fetters bonds of love, the days of famine?The old?Desolate is young ambition.Only old but also youthful enthusiasm.Handle, go to the beach startled group Honglang Bo; dual recreation, go to Lan Feng, together for sunrise and sunset; on the film, go to church, never betray meditation.These are places of love love, forced to wipe, do not also revert back to the original white.  Fingertips fleeting, whisk dust scattered songs, thinner thoughts, nor what the Chennai.Touch the strings, the wind slim, Xie language strings, harps sound memories, thoughts for whom off?Around the mean sincerity, love of life, the lute and Ming, the interpretation of a song and a rhyme years.  Love to the depths, lonely playing music, sound when the ear whisper like flowers, I fell lonely.Love locks Xiao sound, but to spread into a clear shadow in the twilight.Skim a pool of water, bring all the wind, sway in Hua Jian in the style Wanlv.  Quiet night, there are insects and flowers, scattered flower fragrance, Love War Acacia Nocturne played.Love unfulfilled, a hard heart, You Yang melancholy, open air Cantabile, every night, when to go!Youyuanerjin faint sound of the strings, as if enveloped the entire trail, the silence slowly hit, caught haunting and beautiful sounds of desolation among!An autumn song, lingering filled, the music scene is not the same, not the same feeling chant.  Sigh fireworks goes by, severance never forget once, Qianxiu afterlife you my fate, another autumn.    Part five: love Xiao Yiyi, another autumn blossom sometimes do, love flute Yiyi dream endlessly.  - Inscription One past life, I was in your cold eyes, destroy the illusion incarnation Blue Bird is ready to run out of life, and wandering around in the study on three.  The spread of loneliness, always dip my soul, after the craze, after peeling off the old language of flowers, a bright new species turn on forehead.Who smile, light raised a slight pain to tie him down, who’s footsteps, Tasui ages Rouchang.Those early in the morning, that evening, when you come from my heart, study on three four, footsteps gradually far, a flower alone cover the sadness.  Pecking breaking season, Qiu Lu bring slightly cold, self-breathing little depth.Flowers and know the ups and downs, trees know the vicissitudes of my chirp is not old, still, flying at treetop.September surplus wind head, wings negative Acacia, no place to place, hoarse cry, love flute vaguely sweet dream.  II tree, in my panic wing wind down, we are opening a thin chrysanthemum, smudged bloody passion, the last love, toward the clouds in the sky.  Yi Keke fallen tree, lined up had become, how many years do not go with the wind of the story, scattered escape.  Away from a warm window, I was forced to roll Xiao Yin fly.A long time circling for you, stop it down, about to wandering eyes.Upward rotation of light, followed by a number of crazy language, tears wet wings, Zaibu Dong hate the Red.Flying in the clouds, the walk through, you see me a wing of Lei Yu, whining sound, the end to be all the way out of town Tears of Blood.  Present and future, not about this, that I am willing to lonely outside your heart empty, sings love life.  That night three, I was outside the city, sitting on a huge dark, standing thoughts on wounds, wipe the same mind.  Xiao Yin, is my only warm, warm at heart, though, as my body and the foot of the rock cold.  Messy wings, put up a quiet watch in the wind, covered with sad eyes closed, listening to your dreams gorgeous fireworks.Sad cemented clouds, scattered wind at midnight, when the rain, cover the sky the stars.  The stroke of midnight, sounded the vast loneliness, newborn gentle, still toward the city, slowly flowing.  Drops of rain fell on the stones covered with flowers, still stillness of the night, what in the rain, aroma floating in the air?  After the Stanford rainy night, a ground Fallen flowers.Water, blue sky, sunny again.  Dressed in the sun, expand the wet weight of Chi Yu, a piece of the ailing souls of flowers, danced autumn War in the wind wings.  After the end of each season lonely, lonely and a long season again.A yellow leaves, reluctantly bid farewell to youth, as I wing tips old feathers, once again witnessed the Cang cool.In winter, not far away around, ready once again to challenge my loyalty, life after life Allure of love poison, stand in silent power.  Carrying a bunch of question marks about the past life and the afterlife, those beautiful gap, not Yuan Cheng period.  Not the result of the result, is the only result for birds, complete continuation of the corners, the spouses of past life.  Wu mist and abide by the original read like daily round-trip, just to keep your smile.Flight feathers gradually thin, weak to swim fin dance, always need a forced landing, blue sky, going into autumn, beautiful memories Watch.  Never existed oath.Only penetrate the bones study on three, draw loud air across my hard glide.  Wind shells Acacia, empty mess Qiannian, Phi full rain midnight, my imaginary you, from the shadow of the city, from the flute.You see, I am most pleased moments and sweet memories related, always filed out.  The increasingly cold season, the rain, better in September, lotus flower about to wither in the shadow of the moon repeatedly sad in.  My thoughts, the slightest fluttering float pain, no visual impact.  Past Lu saw a lot of fairy tales, has been looking forward to fade Blue Bird wings, the incarnation of a girl, a girl dial Zheng, quietly wrap your Xiao Yin, Xu a light hang around, a pulse grief.You can finally love me now, with your palms and gentle, sad I stitched millennium, with your gentle eyes water, my heart valves barren millennium Nianqi.  First met, fragrant mind, years later, lingering love flute.Love is very simple, watch, so long.Clouds with wave comes, once again the temptation to spread my wings, carrying heavy verse, efforts circled.Clouds, a peck that is broken, I hear you cry loud heart sounds yet?By way of birds, singing, circled, watch.Sadly repeat past lives, some of the toughness of the gentle enough to penetrate the thick of the city, fall on your tired chest.  Coldest early hung up the sky, the Netherlands shadow howling, tree cold sound.Looking in the eyes dense with rosy imagination, who would hear me whisper long-standing?  Karma, sleepy juniors, that faint sky Xiao Yin, penetrate the canopy, a drop refers to the eternal, also penetrate the heart, stained dusk.I can only stick to this city, you stick, Huakaihuaxie sometimes do, love flute Yiyi dream endlessly.