With the joy of harvest, with the north wind Xiao lyres, fall slowly, quietly changing the world. I have been very inconsistent in autumn, I was tired of the lonely, I hated it mercilessly. Eyeful of the green is a relentless dyed yellow, until all things withered. The flowers are no longer beautiful, cicadas, no longer. The world is full of the fragrance of parting repression replaced.
The autumn day high, clear, autumn clouds are white, very light. I looked up, only to see the south wild goose discounted gucci handbags. They want to go, because they can't stand the cold of winter. But I, can only hold this side of the water, I don't like them fly in the vast sky, but can feel the autumn gives me also gave the world barren. Look at their leave of figure, hope for their triumph.
The autumn river still flows slowly, pedestrians walking hurriedly is no time or interest to feel its changes. The River drift full autumn dyed yellow is overblow the autumn leaves. With their slow flowing water and slowly drifting, like countless boats traveling on sea, also like the expeditionary soldiers. They are persistent drifting forward, in a bend, a spin, it seems nothing can stop their progress
I sat in the window there is a desk, I do not know what a tree outside the window of the street. I came here to spit it out new shoots of spring season. I have witnessed the prosperity of its growth, it, and I will see it fade, its decline. The day it with me Sculptra, I also feel it changes day by day. When the spring breeze blows it dormant buds, seems to be a desire to get rid of bondage, those leaves by yellow into a green, by small become fleshy foliage. Summer intense sunshine in a wild profusion of vegetation of trees, with birds singing in the branches, sharp sound seemed to tell people the arrival of summer. However, the autumn chill over people, the autumn wind blowing, stripped the tree of the green, leaving only a piece of leaf, as if to tell people it was brilliant
In autumn, the heart unavoidably melancholy look closer and closer look desolate, wild geese, drifting further and further away the inexplicable, unexpectedly some sorrow. The vast universe, who is the master? In the imminent passing bustling in, what to pay homage to youth I have also Hyun rotten Code 9 Neogen?