September

When I was young and unprecedented, I always thought that after a few years of mulberry, the years of youth flashed without a trace, and the wind and dust along the way gently stepped on the snow white of the layer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Then I remembered my childhood song, and maybe this song is the only song that I will be deeply fascinated by anyway. Spreading out the dusty sand and looking away, everyone left only a string of footsteps, at that time, no one made a mistake, and the only tentacles that made people hide in the depths of their hearts also made people tremble.

The night is constantly invaders, and the moon keeps catching up with the restless but gorgeous in the haze, and the chime incense that stays in the air comes from time to time, singing happily around me, and the strong love of September, although with cold vinegar but incomparably warm, so I relax my facial muscles, but the uneasy emotions when the moon enters my eyelids begin to float in my heart.

There seemed to be no stars when I looked up tonight, but the nature of Zhou Zao began to pour into this tranquility, and I began to breathe. This scent! It's just now.,Calm in the pace of fashion.,Smiling looks like I'm tired.,No matter what, it's a blank.,Flying season.,Why would it be a single return.。 No one can tell clearly, only a blank, no matter what, it's a point of sadness, and I have nothing, empty and white, cold scared out of a shiver, and we have nothing from the beginning for our own feet don't know what shoes to wear, what road to walk, a little pedantic, the hazy lights flickering Ni Hong only found that nothing was done, who was telling the past ding.

The wind of September came in a hurry, without too many words and childish difficulties to face, unable to understand the problem of survival, and only this moment of misfortune, sadness and decay were not touched.

The autumn leaves drifting in a foreign land, the green willows by the river, no one can tell the past, and now I am alone and there is no one.

A glass of tears in the past, a few more came all the way, with the help of the hands of the saints, singing happily, just in this September, the breeze came, passion, what else can not be told? It's hard to grasp your mood, just this whole season. Take a breath and the whole straightness is in the bottom of my heart, the ripples that stir up the heart lake can I say that it is a feeling of the soul, just on the edge of this village full of mountains and fields, no one has said a word, and today I am left alone, and the grass seems to never grow, the pride of the past. There was nothing touched in the past, this world seems to me to not exist without a little news, and I can't say a word, the former acquaintance is now Mo Ran, who are you, and who am I.

The quiet night is a little touching and a little detached, at this time, I don't know if I am with the world, or the world is incompatible with me, and now I can only depict nature. The whole month of September has just begun, and what can I do, who is around to say that, and what can I do.

Thinking of the past last year, it has long since disappeared......

I felt the gaze of a stranger on the street, with all the uneasiness and now no one said anything, and now and in the future all this is changing rapidly, and this is just me, - I am abandoned. Now I'm the only one.,The worldly alertness doesn't seem to be able to learn all of a sudden.,Still and people's thoughts come with the will.,What's this.,Now I'm still alone.,Who will tell?,I don't know.,But too much helplessness is not a day or two can be solved.,And I really can't help it.,Idiotic I also seem to be a little stupid.,I'm a little dizzy throughout September and that round of Jiaoyue can not be advanced in me.,That hazy makes people can't tell how to divide and change.,Chaotic world, Those strong people are left in vain, and no one understands them, let alone understands them. Perhaps, only this fragrant September can understand life, and what is it now? Shake your head happily but without tears. Because, now the spring breeze is floating, because, now the long hair shawl, because, now it is real, and what am I? Now, it's just me, and I'm the only one left, and I'm talking about my heart with the wind as a wandering dream, but. It seems that I have long passed that age, and now it only exists in September.

Towards the light.