leaf blade plate rotary falling light

Autumn rain xixilili, meeting with my evening wear thick green summer. Standing still in the window, rain for beat banana, tap the Indus wet cool, Tiao delivery into the ear. A few pieces of Parthenocissus tricuspidata and yellow thin shadow, spin with falling crooning micro cold, as the summer's last piece of mist, like the autumn ripples, ghost was deep, melancholy .
The rain without stopping production, transparent, sound if the bead jade fall out of the three thousand jump, I worry silk.
Morphology at the rain, which may change unpredictably, contains the diffuse tenderness and oppressive madness, not under the care not doomed fate put in my life.
When I got to the once fierce fight to surprise, to enjoy the lovely scenes of my life there, sitting on a sunny weather rain Ji, languid languid wave exposure time tired, the cruel and autumn fade already decay the body, I do not feel elated bliss.
Life inside suddenly free so I weightlessness, remove the pressure suddenly deglaciation makes me fear, but rather the failure of dejection and struggling colic, enjoy earthly strife and human cunning, a delicious timely assistance, a cup of tea, a kiss, a hand, a little encouragement, a greetings, I long to remember the collection.

I looked down to the peak of the red maple, are full of Akiyama, layer upon layer around, with extreme ease his mind; percussion, chaos, look around at a loss. Even so tired, I can't get used to slack off chasing and decadent life, afraid of everything back into the cocoon shell broken, cannot have the rebirth of the butterfly and confidently fight. But I still shudder to set out, pay no attention to your master pillow after the dream of honor and disgrace, put more attention to enjoy the Tianlun affection, find the warm but let me ignore the beautiful, repair regained peace.
I hold the indulgent mood, eyes read autumn: leaf withered flowers have Xie, most people injury autumn autumn cloud dream, and lonely, always makes people think our autumn.
Look at this evening and rain, thoughts of the latitude and longitude, slowly stretch without end, pulled into a dark Gu Xiang, lights dim, when death, rain and fog in the umbrella man limp limp walk street, the neighborhood, dark mottled, the tick Qiyan silhouette, and ruins quiet dream.
I'm not sure under the umbrella of the woman is lilac, perhaps the old Xu Niang, and like the rain alone to relax, appreciate once Shao Hua; or Xu Xian Shi, carrying on their faces, eyes wet with tears here waiting for a lady in white, and tangled concubine; or perhaps Wen Jun when the clay in the fall, preference Hongxiutianxiang poet, flocking steps rain came, it is like the Qin Fu sing, temporarily forget a cavity and sorrow......
My spirit then into Gu Xiang, into Yiyi weak women, bang as cover such as the umbrella tree, looked that the previous period make the appointment, the interpretation of a palpitating with excitement eager to do sth. the magpie bridge meeting.
Not far from the pavilion eaves, pick a few to crow, Zhu LAN premium near the three five boat evening mist, order of vegetation reflection shaking screen, outline the misty mountain region; wine flag high food shops, people earnestly zither sound noisy. Weak women left wait right etc, seeing Petals drop and waters flow. hidden at the end of the day, fond lover, her smile still does not appear, who knows wondering where? She stretched wind wing, open the loss of network search, over and over again, water flow, eyebrow look, only net sink like a rock out.
Leaf blade piece of feather rotating falling as snow, the accumulation of dust drifting; Zhang silk painting, left traces have geshi. She caught a piece of leaf, slightly pondered, with sadness in leaves of graffiti, wrote a song "Sauvignon Blanc" "chrysanthemum residual, dream of flowers. Haggard Acacia Diane Cui cold, did not return a. Si no sleep, no sleep hate. Several world rebuilt Caifeng margin, return a full moon." The leaf poems, temperature of fire, call Yanyan, cover the outstanding vows, slowly fall fingertips, in the guide to the road, the wind dance rotation, gradually gone.
The dark blur slowly broken world scenery, fluttering skirt sleeve fuzzy contours of her, she to the distant place to cast the attachment, looking back at the beautiful smile, jumped up, back to my mind, then, into the eternal darkness touch screen......