took in late summer hong kong apartment to rent, leaving only a trace of heat. It was getting cool earth, restless heart gradually calm slowly. Watching the rain knocked out the window border, little drops of mist drift away, like love of Jiangnan misty rain, even if it did not replace the season had wanted to run away. At this point I seem to smell the scent of ink fingertip filled out, the smell of the smell, but have become more confused, and a little anxious, but also with a little sadness.

There is no better time to write the article, there are a lot of people think Lunian An literature has been out of this circle. There are also quite a few people are still looking forward to Lunian An article, waiting for updating the text, in which you say "thank you" Thank you for always still there.

I used to pay homage to lost time writing, writing for the first time since the beginning, it has been used to accompany the text, and text to make so I became good friends. I love every character in the text, just as people can not do without music, like musical notes, head shaking scenes all you want, no matter how tired heart, the soul will be very very hard to interpret, only to put most perfect work to bring you.

I like autumn light this season, like the quiet season. That is the end of summer less hot, less cicadas chirping, less its sudden downpour came, but instead a more elegant. When a person, in the heart quiet, suitable for riding a bicycle outing at the edge of the lake shore, listening to the flow of water on the lake when Yang Qi melody, watching the lake shore verdant wicker, like into the picture at this time being. The heart relieved, it is so simple to abandon this wonderful will suffice.

Look bloom season, keep Yela season. Years quietly flowing, let us busy on the road come and gone hospitality management degree. Let us never met, had met with the parting, with the reunion, with rub shoulders, with emotion, with remorse. Let fate we met, I learned to cherish. Let's separate fate, I learned to let go. Also remember "excellent hissing" said a word to me, "If you can, cherish everything around, because in a blink of an eye may not. Never again wayward referred sad point. Man to open-minded, tolerant, cherish, and you encourage each other. "and the words I was deeply branded in my heart, but I say this to people, but never appeared. So I learned to Thanksgiving, cherish tolerance.

A person walking on the country road, light autumn wind swept face, slightly cool, crisp autumn air with the. A distant flute Shepherd, I followed the siren went and saw the distant hillside grazing child, childish innocence, very serious mouth blowing flute, and the dog beside him was about to move, seemed to go along with the shepherd children flute melody, in a pleasant, like dancing, it looks very cute. He has been walking along the river side, watching the river bank wildflowers, butterflies that dance dancing flowers, elegant and comfortable, simple pleasure. Looking back, I seemed to see the figure of a child, on the golden wheat fields running, stayed in the air to capture the dragonfly. Suddenly, the years of innocence has been spilled.

Gently depress the years the river, but also the season of autumn. I like a man standing on a high hill, facing the mountains and plains of Chrysanthemum, accompanied by shallow wind around swaying. Chrysanthemum although open to mountain, with light patches of peeling petals autumn wind, the seasons of years of reincarnation. After landing gorgeous after all, perhaps this is the best destination. There are distant white windmills, has been in the spinning, no, it should be the time of transfer. Mountain Chrysanthemum golden yellow, with white windmills, thought it was gorgeous scenes, but my mind was unknowingly more of a tragedy.

Shortly after twenty years during this day I wish you happy birthday text. Do not like noise, I do not like to show off, just quietly, nothing exciting to live, as usual, live each day, day after day. In life there are many intersections, and we were always stays at the intersection, met different people, different scenery, or deep or shallow. And some people, some things, deep deep into the bone marrow, but only light rubbing shoulders after the Review.

288 T is a time, it sketches the past. Look at a place in the courtyard Yela autumn color rendering within the mind share of Jingya. If the transfer is desolate autumn, the leaves fall so free and easy, it is not in depicting the sad parting when? Maybe yes, maybe not. Years of a river, does not change all the seasons. All the people are all met, at the intersection of life, I do not know left or right. Even if we were just passing passing, but we will have a look back in time.

Banzhan time, drawing a paper life. Chahe Banzhan, too, had changed flavor. Pen down half Alliance, too, and faded ink. Pinellia flowers, too, but lost the flower. Half awake half drunk, life is to be able to perfect. In Red Dust years, through the years a brush The Best Beauty Center, draw a curtain landscape, time to see the clear sky, listening to the steady years.

I think, when the flowers, I am, you are. When the leaves fall, I in you still. Companionship, is so simple, it is the most heart-warming people.