Author: Zhang Xueyong
Time passed by, and the west wind cooled Bo Nian. Summer has gone far away, and autumn has begun. If you think of a person, in the autumn wind, there will be a flower falling between the eyebrows.
The leaves fall one by one, and the aria is deep and shallow. Stroke by stroke gentle road, red, green, green and green in front of the house. The rain provoked the green leaves, and the shallow autumn moved Bo Nian.
In the shallow autumn, the tomatoes are as they wish. Prosperity is blushing, can you hold hands? Maybe this Hongchen is affectionate, but it can't be worth the gentleness of a lifetime.
Maybe it's an appointment in a past life, or maybe it's a fate in this life, at the intersection of autumn, I saw you take off your veil. Time paves the stone steps, allowing you to glimpse them affectionately.
The flowers bloom and fall, it is the sound of you walking through the season, the clouds are rolling up, and it is the sorrow of your amorous years. The leaves are ruthless, and there is a period of encounter. The encounters in this life are all thoughts of time. Whether we stay together or not, I will not let down holding hands with you.
After the rinsing of time, you are no longer a dream. Walking through the loneliness of spring, walking through the gentleness of summer, pink and shy face, dew lightly dyed.
The red dust is like a dream, not a dream, and the fragrance is no longer a spring breeze. Seeing you in love, whose spring heart is drunk? Whose time is it wrong? On the paper of time, the fallen leaves are silent, holding hands like a dream.
Fallen leaves drift away, happy to meet. This season, it is the dance of prosperity and vicissitudes, the coexistence of blooming and withering. Looking back at the place where it came from, there was no wind and rain and no sunshine.
I always believe that meeting you is the autumn wind chasing dreams, and I always believe that only obsession will hold hands.
A trip to the mountains, a trip to the water, to today. An acre of countryside, the love of a fallen city, can you reach out to me to hold hands?