Autumn and autumn do not loose the total cloud of rain, what day off the leaves see the sunny days, light and shadow flow, flashy if the dream, a window of rain, a pulse of autumn, cool heart, quiet time, only thoughts frivolous thoughts, layers of intertwined The Suddenly the dream of wake up, smell the world noise downtown. Four wild luxuriant, arrived but a new round of thin cool. Cold wind cold rain cold autumn, dust sand around the habitat, autumn leaves residual flower in the wandering, was ruthless rolled up. Autumn insects are murmured low, vineyard grass and lush. Leaning against the window, the shadow of the shadow, rendering the night of silence. Invited a round of the moon, with a ray of autumn wind the slightest chill, v. A paper to meet the rest of the world.

Out of the window drizzle, a look, the city neon hazy into the eye. The wind blowing over the hair, sent faint flowers and fragrance. There is a sweet taste, the waves between the waves. Rain drops into the ink incense, halo open a melancholy, year after year, Feng Lin make dye, laurel and fragrance. Night, sink down; the wind, has subsided, quiet look, the stars are beautiful secret. Always believe that there is a friend, living in isolation, the soul of dependency. Any season change, often remembered, miss the infidelity. Not the old time, seal the eternal agreement. The wind is still the initial gesture, read, is still the first throb!

Autumn leaves off, quiet beauty silent, in the bottom of my heart, quiet call, go far companion, also had a mirror before the heart, heart trembling. Dumb, can not read the sound slow, Yan fly away, please take away my rich thoughts, take my wish. Always some time, is fascinating, such as the landscape of this course, and the day of flashing waves, so clear, and indulge. Always in a moment, the heart touched, a song, a picture, a word, poetic and distant, so, into our way, in every quiet scene, gently, and said listen. Read; as in the past, in the bottom of my heart.

Autumn and cold, blue and white, I saw, sparkling, you, bright eyes, keep the corner of time, in the romantic leisurely Of the space, with the leaves of the dance, and poetry and ink as partners, forget the time, smell flowers, tours new green, Zen tea, poetic wind around, poetic heart is not old, forever young as ever. Remember a section of the past, the poem heart, Fu a graceful words, will be the past scenes of the past to reproduce. Hold a penny of the pen, leaning on the rhyme of the season, the life of the taste read, freehand fragrance of the earth.

Autumn, the whole world seems to be quiet, and months, crooning silent, tree, crooning silent, I, Yin Yin into the country. As if everything is still, only your sound and shadow, only your smile, and I smoke, and my wind, and my long days. Cold and happy life, sad thinking. Do not blame the season cold, do not blame the time desolate, do not blame people cold, the end of the year will teach you me, smile life, smile forgive, smiling inclusive, soft in this world, holding poetry, listening to the sun bloom. Listening to the string, calm down, the world how many disturbing things, the devastation fell the total wind.

Autumn insects are murmured low, vineyard grass and lush. Leaning against the window, the shadow of the shadow, rendering the night of silence. Invited a round of the moon, with a ray of autumn wind the slightest chill, v. A paper to meet the rest of the world. Out of the window drizzle, a look, the city neon hazy into the eye. The wind blowing over the hair, sent faint flowers and fragrance. There is a sweet taste, the waves between the waves. Rain dripping into the ink incense, halo open a melancholy, Feng Lin make dye, laurel and fragrance. Quiet look, the stars are beautiful secret words. Always believe that there is a friend, living in isolation, the soul of dependency. Any season change, often remembered, miss the infidelity.

Light and shadow flow, flashy if the dream, suddenly and dream of wake up, smell the world noise downtown. Four wild luxuriant, arrived but a new round of thin cool. Cold wind cold rain cold autumn, dust sand around the habitat, autumn leaves residual flower in the wandering, was ruthless rolled up. Autumn insects are murmured low, vineyard grass and lush. Leaning against the window, the shadow of the shadow, rendering the night of silence. Invited a round of the moon, with a ray of autumn wind the slightest chill, v. A paper to meet the rest of the world. The heart also will fly, that dip the soul of the screen, even the sorrow is so beautiful, the rest of his life long, not afraid of time, for a flower low eyebrow, moved for a drop of rain, do something like.

The rain dripping out of the window, the wind blowing over the hair, sent faint flowers and fragrance. There is a sweet taste, the waves between the waves. Rain drops into the ink incense, halo open a melancholy, year after year, Feng Lin make dye, laurel and fragrance. Night, sink down; the wind, has subsided, quiet look, the stars are beautiful secret. Always believe that there is a friend, living in isolation, the soul of dependency. Any season change, often remembered, miss the infidelity. A window of rain, a pulse of autumn, cool Qin heart, silent time, only thinking frivolous thoughts, layers of intertwined together. Remember a section of green plum past, poetic heart diffuse from autumn,