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"Who reads the west wind is cold alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the remnant sun. ”

The weather is cool and good autumn, the most is the vicissitudes of autumn in a year, once the group of flowers is beautiful, now the petals are full of rain; once lush, now "the grass and trees shake and fall for the frost"; last night the west wind was cool alone, a season of thin thoughts, ups and downs, the pen is dead, the past is sparse and shakes a remnant, watch the sunset, think deeply, a piece of paper to think, a bleak ups and downs, shallow autumn thin thoughts, alone cool.

The text is very thin, all the pen and ink are difficult to write this thin cool, just like this cool autumn, writing and writing, the words are thin, the time is thin, the past is thin, the heart is slight, I have seen the intersection of autumn, a yellow leaf, falling between the fingers, slightly cool and slightly cool, the sun carries the autumn of the bleak, evacuate their own shadows, scatter the footsteps of time, look back, everything is going far, but it is a stage play.

Autumn sits between the mountains and rivers, locks the heavy door, binds the sky of thoughts, a flood of autumn water ups and downs yesterday's story, you are in the blue clouds, the yellow leaves are flying extraordinarily, covering a trace of thought, the memory is the annual rings on the ancient vines and old trees, barren in the years of wind and sand; when the wind rises, pick up words and take texts, are you at the end of the world, dark fragrance and flowers? Do you stand at the ferry, listen to the call of the fallen leaves and know the autumn? However, it is Bo Nian is empty and cold alone.

Plain color occupies the bottom of the eye, where to go, a gloomy, a bleak, the forest is dyed, golden pieces, withering down the thoughts of the past, where the scattered, there is no way to care; maybe the thoughts that are as thin as wings cannot bear the burden of the years, no matter how struggled, how far-fetched, it is a scene without cause and effect, it is an empty contract, which cannot be copied and cannot be continued

Everything is in the dry yellow time, sad eyes, a piece of gloom, lingering around, plain and faint drifting for a long time of persistence, hesitating, a haze follows the autumn rain, cool wind, cool rain, glasses wet, wipe and wipe, how can you not see clearly, can not see the way home, how can not touch, warm existence, cold fingers, time seems to stop that, the weather is cool for a good autumn, but it is cold alone.

Where is the clothes of dreams drifting away now? Is it the distance of the autumn of dead wood, or the near side of the scattered ground, Xiao Xiao autumn wind responds, the geese who go to other places, the fish book is sent, hoping that the moon is full of the west building; when the footsteps of travel are tired, can you rely on the fairy tale, sprout in the window full of moonlight, bloom on a handkerchief, let the thoughts become the wind for 800 miles, drench in an autumn rain, talk to your heart's content, wet and acacia.

When the day when the grass grows and the warbler flies is yesterday, the yellowed autumn is written on the cool thin paper, smeared with the lonely smoke of the desert, the flower letter in the flowering period, in the Gobi Desert, recalling the chapter of chivalrous tenderness, everything is still the same, everything is as before;

Is it in this shallow and faint autumn, the words are decaying, wilting and stopping, and they are desolate and miserable alone?

"Who reads the west wind and is cool alone", a thought in the heart, a thought of persistence, say goodbye to the past, look back in the early autumn, a lonely person, a shallow autumn thought, alone cool!

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