This season

The sky is gradually a little cooler, the story in my heart has gone with the legend for a long time, and suddenly I found that the haggard face appeared tired, straightened my waist and sorted out the scattered sideburns, only to find that the youth is only left with memories, and it can only echo in the depths of memory in the mixed album faintly emerged, and the heavy weight that could not be kept was pressed in the bottom of my heart, and it turned into a gray butterfly around the corner of the wall and stopped in the corner of the unknown wind lightly, faintly there was a fresh but cool mixed in it, this season, the day is getting weaker day by day, The leaves fell to the ground, and a few pieces of dust were swept away and pressed in front of the window, and the mountains and forests were dyed a few pretty colors. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zeng's bold boy rarely haunts here, and the innocent little girl is also indistinctly obliterated by the traces of time, and she cries very sadly because of whose fault it is, but the season of her love may be about to bloom in the near future.

There was no sign of the stars in the midnight sky, only a broken moon, and there was a crying sound on the pavilion chairs in the depths of the garden, and I saw with my own eyes that the little girl was crying while the bold boy was standing by, and I don't know why. In short, she cried very sadly. …… The mountains and forests that have been dyed are a little dull and indescribable. However, this was the season I was looking for, and I walked with a heavy and condensed body, only to see that the leaves had changed, but the branches were still the same. The soil is still the dirt, I can't help but step on a foot is soft in the strength but hard, hard can not use more force, the beauty of this mountain was my smile of thousands of miles, but now can not win me a smile, closer and closer who can not be happy, that sincere smile needs to go through how many years, the mountain trail is sealed, and I am still the same, everyone is in the beginning after the end of the end. However, deep down in my heart, I still have the same as before, like a child, I learned to be afraid, afraid to face, and I don't know why, and the rest is only me.

There is wind in this season, but Sixu doesn't know where it has been blown to, and the feelings of the sunset don't know how to change it back, and what is left behind is always the imprint of youth, perhaps, there is everything, maybe nothing, and I don't know how to face all this. The shuttling crowd stayed for a while, I was still tired and forgot my heart, countless that had been repeated and repeatedly appealed, but now I have forgotten, holding the smoke and clouds of the past and I have become an ignorant gust of wind, and now, the wind and rain have passed the stormy era. Huang Ying's years of screaming on his head and tears flowed in his heart, walking through the mountain road to come here in this season, how to go to the original wilderness, waiting for the blue sky and white clouds, the years hurriedly walked across the maple bridge with fluttering leaves, facing the psychology of no residence, everyone is having, loving, happy, painfully painful, no one has a reason to say anything, but, so Mo Ran. So, I wondered if the little girl by the pavilion chair was still there, and I didn't know, but the crying was getting farther and farther away. At this time, I don't know what voice left one of its feathers at the intersection of the called "zero" along with the fallen leaves, it had lived, this is its harvest, the autumn leaves are envied in spring, and I envy the autumn yellow, I don't know who will keep me, and now more or less to cross the sky only left an unknown imprint, the pavilion is deep, the small building is still, the night people are still there, only the face fades, the two sideburns look back at the future, so the people are clear, there is no return.

Stepping on this path, from time to time in the ears will ring the sound of the traffic during the day, and now I don't know how to face it, such a separation between the two worlds is constantly chasing such a world, leaving only a blank, when the wind and the moon trickle out like a flower, only to find that the emptiness was in a beginning.

The withered appearance of an old tree on the road, the pitiful hollowness, the decayed branches and leaves whistling in the north wind, and the treetops streaked by meteors can have nothing to do at this moment? Not only did I shudder in my heart, but I swallowed indescribably. If it's still fresh into the soil, if it's still that winter, it's still that spring......

The old tree squeaks in the wind and seems to be telling something, what can it mean to move forward in the past, only to find that nothing has fallen when I come over, only a piece of confusion. I looked at it with a sour feeling, and before I knew it, the kitten rubbed the corner of my pants and looked back at the path ahead, what was it saying to call me home?