Time flickered at the end of the last fallen leaf in late autumn, and the sun was like a light gauze like a warm mist gently brushed off the mottled chill in the memory interlayer, and melted into a bay of shallow water-like pure smile, between the sleeves of the Jade finger and the blue silk, it is the feeling of silk, the wisps of thoughts, the long-lost deep, shallow, clear and profound outline, and the familiar Tiantian, light and lingering smell, even if there are hundreds of thoughts, it is easy to disperse like wind!

The neon of the city is as clear as the colorful crystal which fades down. The Deep, shallow, colorful and charming magnificent scenery is like being drunk into a dream, unable to touch and smart as a gem, the separation and reunion of the world and the vicissitudes of common things, either clear or hazy, have enveloped the time and intoxicated the fleeting time.

Lightly twist the years. In the thin and cool season, the past of flowers and flowers will be condensed in the finger gap of the palm. The backhand is sad and happy, and the hands are clinging. The vicissitudes of life change the sentimental appearance. The flowers fall silently and fall. Standing in the warm time, waiting for the slanting glow, looking forward to it, watching the wind rising from the clouds and the rain falling down the alley, the endless entanglement made my eyebrows look down but I was in my heart.

When the prosperity was over, the residual Lotus of that pavilion was tied with the autumn red, standing stubbornly in the warm sunshine. If the wind is the comfort to the warmth, if the rain is the moist Qinyu; If the wind lifts the layers of mist, the cloud and smoke overflows the fragrance of the season, and there is still the joy of dancing alone in the deep red. Why light blue and light red? It is the first class among flowers. Let time go in a hurry, and follow the temperament of life to precipitate fragrance. In every season when the moon dances and butterflies fly, the fragrance is fragrant and full of dreams. Shallow memories, warmth to the sun, and heart, the flowers bloom in the dream, and there is still a smile on your back!

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