At the end of summer is a rain of invasion diluted gradually in August, those zero zero pieces such as deciduous, patches overlap into a curtain on the face. In August by the burning pain, destined to be buried in September with sadness.
The clouds are far away, the moon is bright, transient in September. When the sickle to cut down a long golden, imperceptibly the grass dew night cream, endless rain, Chanchanmianmian floated, xixilili synthetic song notes, who beat people sorrow of partingsteel storage cabinets.
Sit in silence of the September window, ink, almost half star figure, only the autumn wind bleak through prime curtain side, brushed with the mind. Yes, the years in between fingers slipping away, more than half of September, more than half of this year, a look back, absolutely empty. Ye Luoqiu deep, seasonal is growing old, but then not take leaves, only a trace of melancholy free in the autumn wind with my red from crossingwaterproof iphone case.
In fact, wrote many of this season's words, words in rows all cream condensate sadness. Wandering life of suffering, who listen in the wind in September, what a pity I tempest tossed a road walkwittspartners, a ray of sunshine to me through the shade of a tree? Rootless duckweed loaded with heavy not life to drift, September hit wet weight, though it easily into the marsh mud and unable to extricate themselves. This is definitely a tantalizing autumn, inadvertently hurt heart somewhere, wrote a paper in a, paved into from the war in Mo silence. But no matter how hard the road ahead, will not escape, the rugged or flat but mind how to think? Can only choose to face to face, like the seasons change, the nature of the wind snow and rain thunder and lightning.