Time flies like water, and it's another autumn leaf falling inadvertently. I wanted to have your company this autumn, but I can't help it. Looking back, it's also a century-old body. The past has long since vanished, and now things have changed. A gaunt face, a face of acacia tears, sad face is more difficult to fade.

Xuan paper is dyed with ink. Ask yourself when I can get rid of the sadness between the lines, sigh and have no answer for a long time. Yesterday, you and I depended on each other; Today, we go our separate ways, sigh again, come in a hurry, go in a hurry, meet less, and leave bitter; Love is also in a hurry, hate is also in a hurry, and all emotions are the same as those of the same day. When we meet again another day, it is just difficult for people to start from scratch.

The plain pen is full of tears, and the rice paper is full of worries. Let bygones be bygones. Life actually contains many good times, but our memory is limited and can't accommodate all the good things. Life and death are nothing more than changing time, and gathering and parting are also impermanent in life. When you wake up at sunset, where people go, the sun disappears and the night is boundless. The years are fleeting. Who paints a shallow picture for the fleeting time in vague thoughts? Who depicts the sorrow of the world, spreading in troubled times, cleaning up the mess, sighing the Tianya-like distance of time in the middle of the night, looking up at the loneliness of the night sky and asking the lonely heart: "Is the farthest distance in the world the Tianya or each other's hearts?" .

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In this winter, I only look forward to the distant years, and I am deeply obsessed with memories. The dead leaves flying outside the window, along with their thoughts, are dragging their emotions, causing a single-minded sadness. Time is like sand in the palm of your hand, a little bit of loss, as if a moment to seize, just to leave that short-lived thought.

I hid myself deep in the accumulation of fallen leaves, leaving a pair of empty eyes and staring at the dried-up branches. Occasionally, the sad wind roared and blew up the fallen leaves around me, blowing through every inch of cells. The cold swept through, and I couldn't help shivering, which evoked the desolate smile on my lips and felt the drama of the wind blowing the leaves and the death of life.

Memories are gradually circling, dancing in the fallen leaves, dancing in mid-air like an elf, holding hands with the seasons, savoring the cold and sadness of this winter, and it seems that I also feel the intermittent red dust in the years. What a dream it is! People's mood is so sad that their thoughts are lingering with a sad extravagant hope.

I often stare blankly out of the window, and then I sigh and feel sad. Are you missing the story written in the fleeting time, or the dream painted in the nostalgic years? But whether it's a story or a dream, there are always some sighs throbbing in our souls, flashing like a epiphyllum, but we can't catch them when we see them.

sometimes I think, leave this complicated and noisy city, avoid all the troubles in the secular world, and not be disturbed by the past. Let me leave the six realms in silence, watch the years drift away, see the four seasons of spring and autumn, see through the bits and pieces in the world of mortals, be lonely and unbearable, sometimes accompanied by turbid wine, but also be calm and happy.

But no amount of imagination is just a dream after all, but a dream that no longer exists. In this aloof world of mortals, it is inevitable that fate will gather and disperse, but how many obsessions, after being baptized by time, finally turn into wind and light clouds. Back and forth in the story, countless passers-by disappeared without a trace, what was left in the end? It's just the sadness of meeting for a short time and leaving!

between people, the most incomprehensible thing is each other's hearts. Far and near, two hearts that are close again can't stand any test in the distance of time and space. Seemingly good friends. Two people, each other's hearts are separated by a distant horizon. Has the world changed, or has the sincerity between people been worn away by reality bit by bit?

Looking at the scenery in the dream, there are all kinds of promises recorded, and how many promises are made inadvertently, and how many regrets are left now. If these promises can carry fairy tales, am I still sad outside my wandering dreams? If regret can be repeated, am I the happiest person in the world of mortals?

unfortunately, that's only if. With the passing of youth, how much sadness still tears my memories, just like bringing myself into the dream again and again, living in the dream and looking for the past. Looking for the past is better than looking for the lost heart. How many times the heart has been paid, it has brought a dull and painful time.

Walking in the complicated crowd, watching the car go to the street where people are going, how small I am hiding in it, just like a dust of nature, floating around without anyone looking back. Looking at people passing by, how far apart are their hearts?

Look at the address book in the mobile phone, look at the dating software, how many friends there are, and there is silence, but no one has taken the initiative to talk. Between people, the heart is far away, the feelings are exhausted, and people are scattered.

Looking up at the lonely night sky, the winter breeze blows on my face, if my heart is not far away, even if we are far apart, are we close?

It is said that time is the best medicine in the world, which can heal all wounds. I think I am slowly getting used to the days without you. You have left a deep mark in my life, so that I can't complain and hate. I can only silently look at the happiness flowing through my fingertips. It is clear at a glance, but it is abruptly lost bit by bit.

I turned the whole world upside down just to straighten your reflection. I really want to hold happiness in my hand and keep it going, so as not to let it flow away. I really want to freeze our happiest and happiest days, but it's all over and you won't come back. I know, it's just my extravagant hope. Time can't go backwards, and such days won't be repeated. I won't believe you said leave so easily. Then, please allow me to call you dear again.

Dear, I vaguely remember that quiet summer, that green playground, that heart-pounding encounter. Is it an appointment in a previous life, or is it a fate in this life? I really hope ... maybe it's an accidental turn, but I met the right person. Should I rejoice or sigh? There is nothing wrong with us, except that Nian made a promise lightly. Perhaps this is a beautiful mistake. The days we know will be the best memories of my life.

Now that you are happy and happy, I am also happy. I think it's time for me to say goodbye. Dear, although we will be separated from each other, we still share a blue sky; Stepping on the same piece of green land; Breathing the same air, maybe at this time, we can still find the taste of happiness we used to have.

ok, silly girl, take good care of yourself. goodbye.