fog

This year's autumn has a strong smell of the earth, and it is late autumn. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Walking on the path of dense fog and confusion, it seems that you can't see it along Shengdi Road. You can see a little bit of the road and the trees in front of you.

It's so beautiful here, it's amazing! It's so beautiful that it's stunning, and everything is like this, making people feel like they're in poetry and painting.

Autumn mornings are as unfathomable as autumn and winter nights, and the fog is thick and swaggering. The fog is so foggy that people have to move forward, and they have to feel like they don't want to get out. Sometimes the fog and rain are hazy, and sometimes they obscure the eyes. A piece of gold, golden from the joy of a good harvest. The mood is good. This feeling of joy has never been the joy of the harvest of the year, but a kind of beauty that makes people difficult to give up.

Listening to the sound of rain outside the house in the middle of the night, the crackling horn is very good. That kind of crispness, the kind of lucky sound like a girl's whispering, elegant and generous ability is used just right.

I wondered if that idyllic place, the rich scenery outside the house, was still there, and whether I would hide from the whispers of the girls in the quiet night. They all ran away at once. Everybody's looking for it. But I couldn't find it, because when it was dawn, they all disappeared without a trace.

It's all to blame for this fog, blocking the view, and it's poetry or music in the fog.

Xiuyun came out, inside and outside the city, carelessly, casually revealing a little laxative.

I can't see it clearly, but I can touch it.

By the classics in fairy tales occasionally add two lovers. Just in this fog, standing beside Huang Feng, leaning on the pillar, kissing, hugging, what a feeling.

Holding a cup of tea and taking a deep breath, just such a morning, brought a continuous light rain, rain in the fog, I couldn't see it clearly, but it was very beautiful, and the young girl began to fall in love. Annoyed and annoyed, I began to feel that the wrong way of thinking almost blocked my courage to meet my beloved.

The smoke lingers, burning here, swirling in the air. The mood of the sky began to express we have walked through every season of spring and summer, hand in hand with the child, flickering clouds and smoke, passers-by led the puppy across the small bridge on the side of the road, we live under the Purple Mountain. Zhongshan Villa, Purple Mountain is like a living Buddha, it is the one who 'has a big belly that can accommodate the world's affairs, and the person who laughs often laughs and laughs' (Big-bellied Buddha) and Zhongshan is also from Zhongshan Forest. An ancient mountain village surrounded by clouds and mist and sand, surrounding the entire peak. It is majestic and dignified, and it is awe-inspiring. Walking into it seems to have walked into a thousand-year-old invincible place, in every time of the fog and rain, this mountain immortal qi reunited, a long time ago, the mountain has a spring, a thousand miles, and then many people have not seen it. The dragon crouching tiger is better than the past, and these three dragons are the three bends of the upper slope of the Purple Mountain. The Tiger Torch Longpan is the Purple City like a furnace, and the Purple Mountain is an active volcano.

The four seasons are clear throughout the year and are the characteristics of our Nanjing. Now, it's late autumn, and winter is coming. This season, the mountains are full of gold, and I don't know if it's for environmental protection or for some other purpose, the only spring in the mountain is blocked.

Floating around, I was swinging in the clouds. That is the Holy Spirit that the old people often talk about, and the legend in the sky is that the old ancestors turned into the Holy Spirit in the sky to protect us for generations and lifetimes.

I have seen when I embarked on the road of searching for the Holy Spirit, in order to only find the spiritual light in the vast world, how many years have I walked. Silently walked alone. It is the return of the ancestral soul that tells us to cherish life, and each person only has one time.

Whenever we think of our children, the ancestral light is in the place of the Holy Spirit. An ignorant child who is unclear about the world, a baby in the palm of his hand, a little girl of four or five years old. Lovely, yet brave. Beautiful prayer.

Shrouded in mist, parents, here are our ancestral spirits. A generation of Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. This seems to explain a childhood dream, a mystery for the ages. Perhaps this is a Chong tribe, just like the mother's teachings in the ears, like the soul of the saint floating in the smoke, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat water, what a primitive concept of survival. Nature has fed us generation after generation. Just like this land that I love so much. The Buddhist scriptures allow us to grow up slowly. Let us love and love this land deeply. Muddy underfoot.

O Holy Spirit! It was your aura that escorted us through such a road, and now in the world, everything in the world is moving with each other.

Life in the fog, the moon in the water, and the flowers in the mirror. Guests in the heavens and frost on the earth.

Someday.

Where is we going for such a clan?

Who gave us life to come and go on earth......

The vastness of the world is the blessing of the common people.

Come in the clouds, go in the fog. There is not a drop of dust and sand between the red flowers and green willows, and they fly away and change their traces.

This......

This, full of fog, surrounds this world, around this mountain.

In the intermittent moment, I could only hear "Daddy", which was the voice of the child calling "Daddy".

It was the sound of a strong and brave man wearing it in the child's mouth.

The sweet voice of the child makes us have this kind of immeasurable agency. The occasional laughter of every moment is the warmth of the moment we pick. Shi Er laughed, Shi Er secretly pleased, Shi Er was happy. Is it sweet or ...... An indescribable feeling. I saw that the moonlight was quietly and gently scattered on our way home.

We tread on the golden road where the moonlight shimmers. Savoring, this late autumn feeling. Mist and sand. This is our home, a place full of all kinds of vibes.

I remember that my ancestors were on a small island where peach blossoms bloomed, that is, Xinzhuang on the shore of Xuanwu Lake, where I was born.

When you reach the top of the mountain, you can see that things are changing. Now, we are in this spiritual land where flowers are blooming, spring and autumn are coming.

Autumn rhyme is strong, who put us into such a poetic and picturesque feeling.

The fog is so thick that it can't be dissolved. The wind was light and soft. Deeply, you can hold it with your hands, and gently swipe the red light on the child's forehead. Bless and pray.

Life and earth are fortunate, after thousands of turns, how many years. What can't be traced is this fog.

The thick blow does not go away

Here, the child fell, her mouth was full of blood, she didn't cry, her feet were burned in the fire, she didn't cry, like me and more like her father. Inattentively, step by step. This year, however, the fog was particularly heavy. all covered the entire city. Perhaps it is a sign that this year's winter will be very cold. Because, what is he nurturing. It's a thick autumn. Not being there means a good harvest. There is a feeling of indescribability. It seems that something is about to happen, the commotion. But, we are quiet, temporary. But is there anything you can't let go? Something that is invisible. Dirty or conspiracy invisible. Perhaps, there is always life sighing, and there are always people happy. Right here on our land. Perhaps, nothing will happen, but there are always labor pains waiting.

Peers are starting to be happy to find mutual friends, and it will be a common path. A glittering road. Perhaps, there are many ways up the mountain, but our road is right down the mountain. A moonlit road was gorgeous, and the clouds on the mountain surrounded him again.

My close lover and my children and I are on this road, I am not alone, I am not alone, I go all the way.

It seems that this thick fog is too beautiful.

The beauty makes people forget the cup of strong coffee in their spare time, and forget the aftertaste of the strong tea.