Leaves falling butterfly spinning, like water flowing year

The falling maple leaves are like missing, warming the autumn at the end of the year with waves. The flowing clouds are light, light, and the tiny sunshine flows out from the cracks of the clouds, scattering on the ground, like crystal clear but fragile crystal. The light was flowing and stained with the dust of memory. The original blurred picture also seemed to have a gray-white tone rendering, with heavy colours and deep sadness in the bottom of my heart, just like the big mantuoluo flowers blooming in the dark, the fragrance of melancholy wantonly pervades in this desolate atmosphere …… who said that young people don’t know the taste of sorrow, and they say sorrow for creating new words? Is this the truth? Maybe. But when I saw tiredness and sadness from the eyes of countless peers, I suddenly felt lonely in my heart. Those tiny wounds were like dense fog, blocking their eyes which should have been as bright as morning stars. When the sun was shining in, the fog dissipated and turned into glittering tears, falling down, burst into a bright water lotus, evaporated, disappeared. The brightness of flowers makes the deep or shallow pain seamless. Sadness also went away with it, so gently and quietly, without taking away a cloud or scaring away the little sun on our heads. The world is still bright, so why not cry and vent occasionally? After a short loss, the smile reappears on the lips, and the beautiful ripples are rippling, clear and warm. Nothing has changed. Our smile can still make this increasingly cold world regain its warmth. Really, good children don’t lie. I like to see old people like children, and I am afraid to see children like old people. What a sad sentence. Yes, we are just a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old children living in the carefree ivory tower. Although there are also tiredness, loss and sadness should not belong to us. Being a child is really very happy. What we have to do is to grasp happiness and not let them flow out of the palm like quicksand. The flower buds are breaking through the darkness before dawn and trying to bloom against the sunrise. The slightly folded petals spread layer by layer, and the dew in the morning wet the petals, dyed a touch of pink purple. The rays of sunlight travel, flow, overflow the stamens, and the small Dew reflects the light of rainbow. The wind and rain can’t destroy the young but determined soul. Surrounded by brilliance, it is still gorgeous and beautiful. The breeze blows, the petals fall layer by layer, and the pink mood is dancing lightly, like a pure Angel wandering in the sea of clouds, dancing out of the beautiful arc in the blue sky, flashing flowing, embellished with its pure white back; Light purple petals rain scattered, make up this lonely season, butterfly flies, wings breed human color in the morning sun, carefully, carefully relax, fly to the heaven where snow elves dance lightly …… the fireworks are in full bloom, and the falling of meteors is also romantic, but leaving endless regrets for the fleeting light. Only treasure carefully, just like every drop of time in the flower season. The most fragmentary perfection, the most perfect fragmentary, no need to commemorate, leaving some memories is enough. The long stream of water converged into a river of missing. Some memories precipitated. After many years, it may condense into transparent amber, which is a deep treasure. The small sailing boat rippled with the waves, swinging towards the place where the bright moon rose. The bright moonlight poured down, setting a silver border for the picture of memory, which was the most beautiful gift from youth. Looking back on that day suddenly, you will find that the dim light is full of Starlight, which is like a flowing year. There is no trace of autumn water, listening to the pouring of fallen leaves, the past of the world of mortals, murmured countless ripples; Speechless, expect brilliant loneliness, bright moon dusk, but not, young Road……

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