Whispering in late autumn

Looking at the yellow autumn wind missing, I said to you in my heart: I want to make you happy. I don’t speak sweet words, nor do I want to bind your freedom with the oath of the withered seas and rocks. I just want to love you in my way. Walking on the Bluestone Road in late autumn, I picked up the flowers destroyed by the cold wind with pity and buried them in the fallen leaves under the tree, as if I wanted to hide my missing for you and yearn for the beauty of hope one day, just like the glance you left after you left. I know that you will miss me too. This is my inspiration to myself. The sunset in late autumn, with Xiao Suo and indifference, was spreading a wisp of delicate and weak sunlight, scattered in the wind standing alone on the branches of poplar trees on the edge of the desert, leaving helpless oblique shadows. I hid in the corner of the shadow, thinking about you with a man leaning against the trunk, imagining whether you are also smiling. I once said to you: you must be good and smile every day, because I will see it. I am thinking about you, will you feel it now. There is a kind of warm warmth in the palm, touching your cheek, just like the warmth of your once little hand. Autumn leaves with residual yellow, with cold, with a trace of red blood, tightly attached to my hands, the touch of help curled up, at this moment, will you be so because of missing. Yesterday’s glory and today’s depression are due to the alternation of seasons. Will our love change like this time. I don’t know, I just want to miss you at this moment, because I miss you, and the gaunt autumn color will become a kind of strong favor. A cold rain messed up the mood, and the fallen leaves on the ground defeated the scenery. Hiding in the small pavilion, I wrapped my thin clothes tightly and let myself be attacked by the cold wind. Because I miss you, the rain gradually felt a little more lingering, swept across the eaves of the pavilion and floated to my cheeks, gently wiping away the raindrops, but I couldn’t cover the corners of my eyes because I wanted you to be moist. Are you okay? There is autumn rain in the sky here, and the autumn wind is very cold. Under the Southern Sky, will the Autumn Rain be so cold. Do you know that we snuggled up to the path we had traveled countless times, and the autumn leaves of that place showed our footsteps. You like to bury flowers because you also cherish their former beauty and cannot bear the trampling of Qiuhua, which brings us beauty. I buried it with you many times, but if our love is neglected by the autumn, then what can we use to hide it? From the early charming spring to the summer in the bright valley, to the late autumn with withered leaves now, you have been gone for 250 days. I know that you are due to your career, I can’t leave my hometown and go to your place. Because at the beginning, we agreed on a year for each other, but missing is like a knife cutting the heart flap. The heart is bleeding and the face is still strong. Do you remember the Ivy tiger behind the house, which once bloomed with bloody leaves, now has withered rattan, broken down for REDLEAF, and is dying and scattered under the rock, the still red leaf left in the title page of the diary also had a wisp of tiredness and a little Ruddy. It is because the missing is too strong, or the warmth is missing. There are too many sadness and memories left in the diary, and one care is missing. Because I miss you, I don’t know if you are living well for so many days. Every time you video chat, you always smile and say that you are very good, but the tears in the corner of your eyes say that you are still suffering. Every video takes several hours, even if you don’t talk, you don’t want to quit first. I know you are thinking about me. There are a lot of your text messages left in the mobile phone. Every word is so warm that I can feel the heat in my heart in the cold wind in late autumn. Do you know that today I went to the botanical garden. The roses and China rose in the garden have dried up. I picked up a few pieces and reserved them as bookmarks, which were placed in the book (Walden Lake) that you also like. Every time I miss you, I will open the book and touch the petals thinking about you. The world depicted in the book has always been the place we yearn. Imagine that one day, we put down all the common things and walk hand in hand on such a lake to see the morning sunshine through the branches and leaves in the forest, sprinkling the leaves attached by dew drops, looking at the mist in the woods after the sublimation of dew drops, hold your hand at that moment and experience the joy of the flowing hope in life blooming in an instant; Imagine that in the afternoon you are sitting on the swing, with the ups and downs of the waves, your happy laughter flows in the beauty of the lake; Imagine sitting on the stone bench by the lake together in the sunset dusk, you snuggled in my arms, watching the sunset passing through the faint autumn clouds, pouring on the lake, watching the ripples left by the burning clouds in the lake. At that moment, I will use Xiao to play a song for you (autumn whispers). Maybe there will be a boat roaming in the lake. I am swinging my paddle. You sit opposite to me and sing a song for me. Tears soaked my sight and I miss you again. Do you know my inner world at this time. You said it would bring me a surprise one day. I don’t know what kind of surprise can match my missing for you. Sitting alone on a stone bench, there is the book (Walden Lake) next to me. This is my favorite book when I miss it. I don’t know the same book you took away, which page have you seen now. Light a cigarette and see that smoke ring is dispersed in the autumn wind. Your smile left in the smoke ring is too late to stare. It is scattered in the air like this. I sigh helplessly, why can’t I leave here and go to your side, always thinking that you will pay for me, but why can’t I pay first. Tomorrow, I must go to your place, can’t let missing Haggard love. Can I sit here? A faint female voice came in my ear. Turn around, surprise, surprise. It’s you. Under Qiuyang, you look at me with a smile. Do you like this surprise?

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