Autumn in the woods. Shade. Trails run everywhere. Wear. Make move. Yes. Ripe. Target. Gold. Yellow. Hue.

When it's leaning on the big. Slice. White. Wave. The rippling surface of the lake,

and some distance from the bottom of the mountain,

Can't hear the dust. All the hustle and bustle of the world,

It's a little confusing. people. Taste. Road.

As she walked on this uninhabited path,

Looking back, the jungle there is hidden in a dense jungle,

That tree. Dry. Surrounded by branches. Narrow. Small. The door type space is black. Hole. Hole. of a piece,

Time decays the edge of the bluestone slab,

A large dry area was formed between it and the dense jungle next to it. Mud. Rot. Leaf.

The sun is still very good, and Zhu Jia can laugh from her expression. Egg. shaped. Beauty. Person. Face. Increasingly. Tender. Tender. Beauty. Beautiful. up.

All the time he felt that if there was one that could be in the face. None on it. Spot. Not. Dot. Target. White. Tender. Compared with Chen Mengruo to a certain extent,

That's only this Luan Jin girl,

A girl who is a grade older than him, but is more than two months younger.

She. Stare at. From this poplar tree. Trees through cobwebs. Hanging leaves,

It's possible that it won't be long before just from the branches. Suspend. Falling,

That micro. Yellow. Target. Stem. Leaf. Thin. Densely outlined its wheels. wide

So much so that there is a red maple-like line at the edge.

The young man had just walked to the front and looked back at the film with her.

At. Deep. The autumn wind rotates the leaves counterclockwise,

"Do you think this leaf is beautiful?"

She said.

The two of them are very close to each other, and there is her light. Fragrant. Breathe gently. Scold. came over,

It seems that I am quiet in my heart, and I want to use photos to capture this straight moment.

Feeling this, he said to Luan Jin, "You just keep moving. I'll take a picture of you. ”

"Okay."

She replied in a very voice. Light. Rou at least let him hear for a moment. Soft. Enter. Heart. village

He deliberately maintained a humble appearance,

In the grass by the bluestone slab three meters away from her, micro. Bend. Kneeling. cover

There's her warm. Euphemist. Body. Son, Joan. Nose. Close and light in the opposite direction. Soft. Swirling leaves.

Time freezes in this moment.

The background of this time maintained it in the extreme distance. Quiet. Dark. On the one hand,

and mixed with bluestone slabs with it. Meaning. Fallen for a long time. Maple. Leaf. Child.

At a glance, it is natural to take this artistic conception of the aunt. Smotherfuck. Melt. In a piece of time,

In this moment of loneliness, you can always taste a different feeling. Feeling.

"I like this picture and you rush. Tight. Send to me. ”

She looked at it for a moment, as if she had seen something extremely happy. Enjoy. asked Zhu Jia.

Path. Quiet. Diameter. There is a command. Fascinating. Red. Cover. Reflected in some evergreen leaves, crossed. Weaving. Covered with several layers of yellow. Leaf. among them,

Lian Qing. The leaves on the slate also seem to be rotten. Flipped up in the mud, Meng. On a layer of darkness. hue

In the quiet birdsong, its quiet side is more and more highlighted.

"Go to the river."

Zhu Jia suggested that after he finished speaking, he walked along the tree. Shade. Down, diffuse to. Waist. The depth of the ministry. Green. to the black. Coarse. foliage plants, walk in the direction of the creek.

Luan Jin yelled at him, "Be careful. No. Fall. Go down. ”

"The dirt is good here. Soft. Yes, do you want to come over, it's really comfortable. Wear. Target. ”

He rushed far away. Said himself,

As she walked along the bluestone path, between the trees and the plants. Crack. For a while, I saw the lake flashing. Wave. Light.

The breeze seems to be blowing. Thread. Circle. Enter. In my heart,

made her feel as if she was living in a dream at this moment,

But I feel it so really.