The autumn scenery of the ancient city is the most charming, especially the sunny days, the sun shines on the beautiful city, the boulevard is full of golden fallen leaves, the dappled sunlight renders the fallen leaves like an oil painting, and sometimes there are black silks from the shade of the trees noisy and noisy, even the fallen leaves are drunk.

Just on the edge of the tree, behind the grassy slope covered with fallen leaves, a river passes through the city, like a gentle jade belt, lifting up the spirit of the city, the source of the river, is the most beautiful and sacred green color of the mountains in the south of the ancient city - Kunlun, but also the north and south geography, climate important dividing line, the north and the south, the north and the south, the north and the south, the north and the north, all because of the existence of this mountain range. The climate of the north and south also presents different conditions because of this mountain range.

"Magnificent mountains and rivers, the north and the south are very different!" After the morning start, he saw the rainstorm information in the south, sitting in this sunny day, Zhiqiu sighed while holding a cup of green tea and sipping, at this time, he was sitting in a teahouse by the water in the city, the afternoon sun shone on him, warm and comfortable, he narrowed his eyes, looking at the black silk coming and going on the boulevard, these youthful breath, like the sparkling waves on the opposite river, shining with bright city symbols.

At this time, hanging on the TV screen of the teahouse, the news on the hour was broadcasting a rainstorm information, a violent rainstorm information!

Ten years later, I still pay so much attention to that city, that road, that river, and ......

Ten years have passed, and many people have come and gone around me, some people, and the phone calls are very frequent, but it has been difficult to really go to the heart. There are also some people who have no contact, but they have never left the door of their hearts.

Ten years ago, Zhiqiu wore a pair of thick jeans and a floral plaid shirt, but once, he wore a tie and a red plaid tie, that is, that time, a girl named Ziyun broke into his heart and never left.

"I remember for a while, you came to me every day to talk about business, and I thought, this broken child, just such a thing, a few signatures and a few seals, is it necessary to delay it for so long?"

"Her hobbies and habits are not what you told me..."The depth of feelings is never measured by the number of words, but the deepest and heaviest feelings are bound to grow with time. Those years of growth were like the river in front of them, gentle and sad.

"Actually, we recruited 5 front desks back then, and she was the most inconspicuous, and I kept thinking, a Virgo man, an aesthete, for ten years, what makes you miss him?"

Zhiqiu waved his hand at the stone, picked up the teacup, pushed open the glass door of the tea show, and a river of water surging in front of him, like a magnificent painting, the reeds in the north swayed, and the white reeds fluttered in the wind, "I love one person among thousands of people, and its name is love." Zhiqiu stood straight, he just wanted to stand himself as the autumn of the ten seasons, but in the old pages that drifted into smoke, time was a deranged fog.

Ten years ago, on a rainy night in the ancient city, Zhiqiu accompanied Ziyun to spend her 20th birthday...

Ten years ago, Zhiqiu took Ziyun, listened to the sound of water, and began a fantastic journey in front of the beautiful photo frame of the painted mountain.