| Roasted, qingyuan. Very like this kind of fun and a little poetry, a little land, is a bit light QingHuan. Dressed, neutral in heart史雲遜 收費, in neutral, find peace that far away from earthly fireworks. A few marks mountains, a few smoke tree, a little sun quartermaster. In autumn in wanxian, find a clear and quietly. Perhaps really tired of secular life, have a heart to break. Partial to this weak, prefer the quiet, like to enjoy the qing ning. A small courtyard, rays of the golden sun, a few strains or green or yellow old tree, a few light chrysanthemum in the corner. Yard is a bit old color, a little vicissitudes of life time, a bit can recall the love again. Is the heart is really old? Can be distinct branches covered with buds, blooming buds. May be really empty, and there is no longer any soul, no longer lonely, no longer, no longer even lust after the earthly emotions. People idle, osmanthus flowers fall. Only the heart is empty, to taste, the idle condition. Osmanthus, also not intentional, just idle idle, idle idle, easy, rustling in succession, is so pale. Under the tree, and not intentional, such as flower asperses full head, full skirt, don't hide not closed, sitting is the most. Until's fragrance, the flowers are tired, also to transit the crescent moon, frost is down. Soul is? The return empty. Due to the empty place, after all. Quite like to watch the setting sun, to see that grandeur and peace. See returning, birds, homing feeling, it's really good. Look at the years gap in the door, to see the earthly fireworks in the gap. Maybe I just look on coldly, the world is a look that will be forgotten. Heart is like a mirror史雲遜, can only defilements, cannot store, I deleted the storage function, it is very good also, perfectly at ease. Only then can the penson. "Apricot flowers bloom in jujube flower, the spring breeze speechless small pink." The pear flower, really, the frog also called, is the spring? It's clear autumn. Is the heart and the longing for love? Until the autumn Yin cleared, chrysanthemum late frost, rain since I have a domain dai li, the remaining rain to the lake. Maybe I love freedom, maybe his bones had an elegant, tired of earthly fireworks. Love alone empty spirit, quiet, light QingHuan. The beauty of life, perhaps not blossom into a splendid fireworks, but quietly open into a flower, natural, pure, enchanting. Blue skies, and yellow leaves. Autumn, lazily reclined. High mountain far, day, smoke water cold. Always red maple, a wisp of fragrance, a little desolate. Baiyun leisureliness, colchicine thin, autumn, is a song, poem, a beautiful little poem. Suddenly remind of that phrase: "do you go to which side? Eyebrow eye ying ying!" In akisato walk, like walking in the beauty of the eyebrow eye, even at the heart of meditation, but also managed the ying ying full of autumn waters史雲遜, in the distant Diane eyebrow. Deep heavy door lock, lonely courtyard, a shallow of bending, a red. A cup of wine, a few pieces of red calyx, and left a pear rain. How many women, the heart lock into a deserted well, enjoy the time's desolate, mottled antiquated. Beauty fades away, long for into a grey, a lifetime of tears, pay and literature. Alone in porch window, listening to the wind, rain, listening to, will be lonely antecedents to grind slowly. Actually pure emptiness, free stretch, ceases, detached world, otherwise, suddenly, indifferent, Jane clean, quiet, also quite good. Looking back at a past sweet, to hold a party the pure land of mind, not also is a kind of quiet, a kind of quietly elegant. Hon. Lake edge, edge misty rain, sparse artless villages, red thin sweet little, some lotus leaf old autumn wind. Frequency of grass with flowers, the drive to win heron. This is the autumn? Wutong XinYu, solitary shadow thin.
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