Time is like this, whether you like it or not, it is neither fast nor slow forward, go round and begin again at the pointer in the rotation, all we can do is to make the wall calendar a tear down to where it belongs. Of course, the change of time we can clear perception.
Look, that piece of the yellow leaves, were kept down, once how many people are there in the exclamation "this is the pursuit of the wind, or the tree does not treasure", in my view, this is love leaves in the tenacious mulch, leaves her roots parcels safely, make bare the tree is too cold, to revitalize the green, breathing in the coming year, this is the life of inheritance. While the grass is different, the grass is a bear down, it withered and yellow outside, the life back into the soil, until the spring to the warm days of life, and green squeeze to get one point one points, to restore the truth of life. Some unknown flowers still bright, as if to autumn away sings a dirge, is pierced the night and broke the silence of fireworks to eye-catching
Men clothing brands, but in my opinion a wildflower bloom and far better than the fireworks, after all, from the time, it is not so soon it is not, and to break the quiet grounds but quiet release their lives, more important is to give people unlimited memory and imagination. I think it is, at least for me, I always prefer to age two season, probably because of his in the "stove", always feel the spring and autumn season is so unbearable at a glance, leaving only regret and miss.
Of course, I think the most beautiful is the winter, because it is an artist, in addition to cold, disorder give people unlimited reverie. When the morning sun is still far away mountains struggle, heavy mist to the sky, the earth, trees covered up, we breathe freely, easily feel the fresh. Then have a look on the ground, grass, twigs like snow, full think stern manner beauty, walk in such circumstances
Managed Network, is not an audio-visual feast. When the sun gets rid of the heavy burden, out of the round head, everything from our lovely, everywhere glittering and translucent dewdrop is like a drop of tears, slowly come to their end, can no longer afford love the heavy fall down, but fortunately, you are likely to hear the "Ding Dong" sound pleasing to the ear voice, and just at this time, you should see a drop in the countless small, see that a circle of ripples spread, very like the youth men and women at the moment, they buried the seeds of love.
Bathing in the sunshine is comfortable, not to shed the burden, really into the embrace of nature impulse, as love is not contaminated with money, power, that is the pure supreme, but the reality is the reality, we more it is to compromise, to meet the aesthetic and the ruling of the secular. If a gently blowing a gust of wind are not careful, you can enjoy the Fallen petals lie in profusion., close your eyes, with small steps, very soft, it is the earth mother's body, binaural keen listening in the branches and leaves between here and there, as is his life of stop and go, eventually fell into the extremely sweet dreams, life is not leaves the old roots? If, you in the depths of a ginkgo trees at the moment, that kind of beauty is unable to describe, because you'll be drunk, which manage to stack the praise.
We hope Dawn, sunset. Winter sunset a bit cold, a bit less warm, a little more love, less impulse. It is a "God cherishes green grass, respect seniors", the winter sun is cold, like a personal approach death, there is nostalgia, in the memories of the ups and downs of life, and to see the familiar all strange. Can also become indifferent, think it is loss, loss is less when young, momentum, feel everything from dust, after all the dust. Accept everything, someone said, who passed away at the moment is the real insight, can we truly see God, I think it is, everyone is a philosopher.
Cold, accompanied by the setting sun away and increasingly strong, like miss. When the four screen syncretic, jackdaws homing
Chinese business culture, all the commotion is attributed to calm, we should also return home, reservoir bed.
The night, because the light is more black. In the dead of night, still can't sleep, afraid to sleep not find winter figure, even in a dream to miss and winter accidentaly across.
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