Sitting alone

Sitting alone in the late autumn, holding your head high, the sky is flowing like clouds, no longer rolling like tide; Lowering your head, the river valley is flowing like a gentle girl; Staring at the mountains, covered with a layer of faint hazy; Looking back at the years, people are drifting and. Sitting alone in the late autumn, the Sunset flowing gold through the golden leaves, streaming my autumn face, idle heart countless times outside the centrifugal door, thinking about the years passing by, with the sunset to the long distance, after several struggles, after several twists and turns, the wind, flowers, snow and moon in my heart are winding like clouds and smoke. It is getting farther and farther. I sit alone in late autumn and look at the vast blue sky from afar. Once the wind and clouds surged. After a flash of electric light, there, it’s hard to send the feelings in the cloud, and how desolate and melancholy it is, with the sound of wild goose to escape to the sky, but the flow of water is falling, and they are all laughing. Sitting alone in the late autumn, there was no wind rising in the sun, and pieces of withered leaves were dancing lightly. Finally, they fell to the ground and became injured. The Dream was broken at the moment of falling. A song of eternal sorrow was repeated, and two lines fell quietly, the exciting years have already become history. Once I joined hands with my friends and became strangers. After years of dust, how many fleeting past events have been sealed. Sitting alone in the late autumn, outside the pavilion, I raised a cup to recite poems to the moon. The small dishes in the table turned into wisps of green soul and rose slowly. The objects in the cup rolled and surged the past, filled with the passion of singing for a long time: Holding, cover your face to relive the time like water; Hold half of the Wolf Hao, let the past of the world overfill your heart; Show a foot of plain silk, with silky silk flowing into your heart. Even though I was forgotten by the stranger, even though my eyes were gradually dim and once permeated into my heart, I was still soul-stirring, splashed with books and notes, just like the gentle and clear waves on the surface of the lake, which were so glittering and beautiful. Sitting alone in the late autumn, like a hook of the moon hanging on the cold sky, the hazy cold light flowing silently on the empty Earth, pouring out the joys and sorrows and sorrows to the world. The Flowing Light poured down from the mast of the boat on the river, rushing eastward with the surging river. The snow disappeared in spring. Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…