The geese flying south are unwilling to leave this paradise to open up another strange world. They tread lightly on the path covered with fallen leaves, rustling and crying their tragic fate intermittently.
The sky no longer reveals the spirituality of water, the dry season and the helpless scenery like spring and summer.
A crow barked on a branch overhead, disturbing people's hearts. At this moment, it has neglected its own bad luck and bowed its head alone, sinking deeper and deeper in this sad autumn scenery.
It's dark and very cold. Grass bowed its head, branches winding, looked up and found dark clouds gathering. Unexpectedly, the rain has started to rain quietly. The wind is blowing, leaves are spinning and falling, and they return to the embrace of the earth alone. The fine sand is blown up bit by bit. When will they return to their original place? Standing on the windy rooftop, this lonely building is endless.
The flowers in the shop are so beautiful that people want to leave, intoxicating and charming. Colorful, every flower is in full bloom. With the only living expenses this week, I gritted my teeth and bought a bouquet of my favorite perfume lilies. I'm used to buying flowers for myself, and I'm used to having a full stomach for a few days every month.
Holding a large bouquet of fragrant and elegant lilies back to the hut, I can't help asking myself, am I a petal of a Buddha who fell into the world with a smile? Only in this life will there be a complex that regards flowers as life. You can eat simply and use less, but the smell of flowers is indispensable in life. Romantic idealist.
Make a pot of tea and sit at the table. The cooked food on the table is still steaming, and the transparent goblet is filled with amber liquid. You didn't come to see me these days, or even make a phone call.
I am like a concubine waiting for the king's good luck, but I dare not speak and have no regrets after waiting for a long time. Rainy rain, wet mood, fell on a pile of deep thoughts on the autumn road Every piece carries my love and miss for you!
I stand on the other shore behind you, crying quietly. Maybe one day, I will land in front of your door with the rain clouds in the sky.
"Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, and endless silk rain is as fine as sorrow." Rain is rootless, washing away the gray of the earth, and the green leaves are withered and brilliant.