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The dream leaves

1, days of days of re-day circulation in the fingertips inadvertently, fall into the blink of an eye another year. The DPRK in recent days and twilight, are gradually see the tail of the warm summer. Gradually cooler weather, has been quietly melt into our lives. The change of seasons is always so quiet, it has always been that we are not allowed to spend too much time pondering over. Windy, blowing still wear short-sleeved arm only, the heart could not help a tight body shuddered. Can not help but rub his hands together in each arm in an attempt to sense warm. However, the cold wind blowing in the face, or so I felt the chill blowing very hot. Rain, followed by a field of autumn rain coming up, walking more and more clear, more and more full-bodied flavor. This particular morning scheduled to sudden rain, let it touch the hearts of the only color of the summer it has become precarious. Feel the rain outside the window so fierce wind, a dash of depression in mind the taste of smoke. No matter how you smell lingering in the summer has been reluctant to leave, climate change may be obvious, or abruptly to add a few of your solar plexus to the taste of autumn. Sigh, the summer really gone into fall, winter, presumably it will not be too far away. Yes, fall has been against the wind blows, marching rain, if the butterflies come lightly, only to attend a seasonal event. 2, fall, naturally thought of fallen leaves. Thought, glowing yellow leaves swaying in the autumn look. Perhaps somewhere, just like the autumn leaves will never be cut to relate the constant rain, it Sentiment. When an autumn day, walking down the road, I heard the rustling sound of leaves at the foot issue, I'm sure I'll stop and sit aside and into the foot of that touch of pure gold inside. Thus, the hearts will be filled out somewhat since the romantic reverie. I think the publicity of my brow with a touch but definitely sweet smile, as has been hidden in my heart and leaves on a dream. Yes, my heart has always been a dream, dreams matter sorted out a loved one's hand walking in the woods covered with leaves, so that everywhere in the golden, warm the eyes, but also drunk with the heart. We stand together in the autumn , bathed in the warm down from the sun through the branches; we Weibi eyes, the hand attached to the location closest to heart, carefully listening to the sound of pieces falling leaves touching the ground; static feel the deciduous forest of static filled the air in the beauty of what it would be a spectacular, but also what will be an absolutely beautiful picture of Oakland land. I think that moment, I will certainly dance with swirling leaves; I think that moment, pleasant to the eye the beauty of the mortal world will make me forget all worldly troubles and complex; I can not help but reach out years, carefully catch the leaves fall from the sky one, the other a warm hand to hold my arms together; I think I will do that, for just that moment of quiet and beauty from the earth. Can, people are always walking in the secular world of the mortal world, how can the will be out of fireworks, from the earth it? People are always so helpless and thinking in the real contradictions crept forward. So, I do not think too much, because I have drunk deep of which, I fear the more I The depth of thought, the more refined in the United States this has become not extricate themselves. 3,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], QQ space I like to put on and feelings about, or season-related music. The arrival of autumn, it prompted me that a change of genre. So, taking advantage of a free rain, listening to the rain pattering outside, I wander in his own world. When I search on the Internet around the fall-related music, A glimpse of it so lightly, it was that attracted to the poetic name, such as electric shock flow, tightly adsorption, fall into the heart. When you see the name, my mind immediately emerge out of a picture. That is a lie cold maple leaves on the road, wiping a few shallow surface also stained the snow. White bright orange leaf surface even in a loud, lonely snow out of the leaves to highlight the loneliness and loneliness. Heartache, pity, could not bear to look a long time. May not want, like Maple Leaf While this is engraved in my mind, erase the. Click here Shougang melodies gently, with the Rouhuan melody, a sense of thoughts glide, and later spread. In fact, I do not understand temperament, especially in light music. The first time listening to this song, but it has deeply involved, whom the feeling of touch. Repeated listening, Sometimes gentle notes of a rhythmic flowing slowly, this dream of prosperity opened ... ... I seem to see the white piano keys and leaves are falling, accompanied by the rise and fall like water-like keys, singing Manwu up ... ... marched light when the spring came a new life are born. A leaf, it exposed a light yellow taper face, opened his sleepy eyes, looking around. It looks like a newborn baby, with a shy but curious look forward to this magical world of spy, a dream is also quietly brewing in mind. With the advance of melody, rhythm and bright. Summer is the most brilliant leaf season in life. This season brings not only leaves plenty of sun, but also ushered in the relentless wind and rain. Leaves in the wind and rain, the head unyielding, all the way to forge ahead. And tender leaves are gradually stretch, slowly blooming, foliage becomes thick, verdant green have replaced the incomparable shy light yellow spring, it finally stood tall with perfect posture of the branches, against the bright sun tell Rich, reveals the charm of its own. Flowing at the end of the melody, haunting and somewhat regret and frustration, so that the listener is also inviting a dash of bitterness and regret. Relentless autumn when the edges of the leaves when infected with golden leaves to deeply understand that, no matter how many times Looking back affectionately, looking, also destined to the wind as the quietly falling this season, running away. Looked like a piece of the wind, such as butterflies fluttering leaves, do you also think that that piece of the leaves also have a dream? You say, would be a dream leaves what color? Cousin replied: brown. Not. I would say, A leaf, from the germination, growth, and then wither and die, it has experienced the warmth of spring and summer passion, autumn farewell, during which experienced the ups and downs, trials and hardships, is this not a real full life process it? Even wither and die, turned to dust, since then, without a trace, but I do not think there are too many sorry and regret, this is only a cycle of life, a magnificent turn Bale? People, not this happened to you?