As dusk sets in the west, the moonlight fades away, the city is as quiet as a poem in the late autumn night. Cut the candle in the west window, and then cut a curtain of a faint blue dream. The scene in the dream seems to be seeing yourself in the mirror, with a clear and gentle smile, and it seems like you are in front of me.

Autumn is deep and the years are cool, but the world is still gentle. Spring flowers fall into the autumn water, summer shines into the east fence, the breeze from the mountain stream, the starlight in the dark night, from morning to night, from the mountains to the study, the stars are vast and flowing gently.

Sit quietly in a lamp of light under the eaves, watch the night flow through the window, let your heart light up a piece of thinking, let those subtle beauties, warm and fragrant time flow freely The growth is scattered in front of the eyes; on the desk, it blooms into blossoms and gazes at it, long and extending to the endless distance.

A lovesickness, just waiting to be dyed with neon in the night, slowly stretches, rises into the night sky and turns into tiny stars, each one is a little elf, even It's like a poem that I read casually when I wake up. If I can understand it, it's a little secret joy in my heart, and it can bloom into a whole spring in my heart in an instant.

The flow of time is endless, and the sequence of years is endless. Those beautiful marks that are deeply ingrained in my heart, I regard them as the most perfect happiness. The affection of a blossoming tree deep in my heart is like the warm blue and white flowers flowing on the tip of my pen. Holding it in the palm of my hand, I am intoxicated by the years.

I like to look through old times in a ray of autumn light, like to see the past reflected in a pool of autumn water, and like to think about the sparse shadows hidden in the night. The night is extremely beautiful. When I look up, I see blue clouds accompanied by stars, which is like meeting love and affection. I grow slowly with a kind, beautiful and gentle attitude. In the years of silent companionship, time and affection will eventually bloom into a tree of flowers.

Life is like a gift, and time is like passing by. You should live the ordinary days with new ideas, and live the plain time with deep love. The time is long, the night is near the pond, the time is brewing, and the years are Into a poem, show yourself in the right state, walk through the years with a relaxed pace, and place you and the day and night in the place closest to your heart.

Flowers come and go, and people only have this life. What I cherish is not the fleeting years that pass by in front of the flowers and under the moon, but the longing for each other that passes through my heart. I deeply love this world, not only because of the bright sunshine, breeze and flowers, but also the poetry and distance hidden deep in my heart. It is the place that the heart wants to reach throughout its life.

The still water flows deep, the moonlight shines lightly, and a cool breeze blows into the arms, evoking a touch of tender affection, a whisper between the brows, and a thousand-year glance. Understanding a person is like the leaves nestling in the forest maple deep in the smoke, chanting the late moon, looking at each other in pairs, relying on each other. Understanding a person is like a flower blooming without disturbing the leaves. The moon is full of frost flowers. I understand the words between your brows, and the flowers are blooming. Not cool yet.

In the night, which is as quiet as an empty city, there are scattered stars, and there is happiness in front of you. The sound of wind passing by the window has passed through thousands of rivers and mountains. Has it reached the other shore? Pick a red maple leaf and carve your name on it, let it fly, spin around, and then fall into the lake of your heart. This late autumn has a way home. Poetry and the distance, cloud sails and waves are all the lines of poetry in my writing, and they are also the aspirations of my heart. The best fireworks are the smoke rising at dusk. The best life is when you lower your eyebrows to have years, and when you raise your head you meet the sunshine.