Because I know it, I love it.

The golden wind is thin, and the leaves of sycamore fall. The first taste of green wine is easy to get drunk, a pillow window sleep.

Crape myrtle hibiscus flower remains, but the setting sun is dry. Shuangyan is about to return to the season, and the screen was slightly cold last night.

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Such a large campus, not the original youth brimming with, but is shrouded in simplicity. However, a small number of students who did not return home or did not travel were silent. Walking alone on the yellowed lawn, I feel empty in my heart, and the dim sun softly makes my heart tired. For a moment, I just want to sleep in the golden breeze, like the sycamore leaves on both sides of the road. If there is a new glass of green wine, I think I will be like the people in the word, take a sip, and be willing to get drunk in this dream-like phantom of clear autumn. Drunk, will not evoke that faint sadness, sleep, will not feel the inner loneliness.

Never fit so well with dusk, so close to the lungs. Just feel that it is as quiet as me, as cool as me, and as quiet as me, and a kind of self-generated familiarity, which is rooted in my heart without watering, as if I had met myself. Only at this moment can we feel that time has weight and color. In fact, our lives are not spent in the encounter with ourselves? No matter how prosperous you are, you can go deep into your heart and fit with your soul, always have some resemblance to yourself, or just another self. Because only I know best what I want and what I don't want.

Therefore, some people will be willing to cut off the dust to live in the mountains, and enjoy it. Just like Yishi Lin and Jing, which is not understood by the world, he obviously has a distinguished family background and extraordinary talent, but he wants to tie the knot of Lushan, Mao rafters and bamboo rafters, living a vulgar life. In fact, outsiders do not know that even if they have enviable capital, if they do not enter his heart and give him happiness, they can only be like floating clouds and disperse with the wind. Perhaps only Lin Hejing's plum wife and crane son can know his mind, or only by being far away from the worldly world can he find his true self. When I think of this, I finally understand why some people can hug each other affectionately with a big tree, and why some people can stay for a while against a touch of moss.

One girlfriend said that sometimes she felt very lonely and had no sense of existence, even if she was integrated into the group, as if she were just an outsider with a cold eye. However, in her usual days, she is a young, cheerful girl with no lack of friends. In fact, many people have this feeling, because very often, what we show to the outside world is that rational self, laughing rationally, making noise rationally, rationally facing the things around us, and our true emotions. only a few people can understand. And these people who know themselves often have some similar experiences and similar personalities, just like themselves. So sometimes, in the hustle and bustle of people, such as the flow of the market, will feel pale, feel lonely, just because no scenery belongs to itself.

Always feel elegant and elegant with a touch of purple crape myrtle, like a pure dream, especially in the sunset slightly tipsy, sunset steaming red, but also dizzy with a layer of poetry and tenderness. However, looking back, there is only a lot of dust left, the beauty of the past is gradually drifting away, and some things, no matter how affectionate they are, can not be grasped. Like that affectionate first sight, only a glance, then amazing time, however, if these good things can be retained, there will not be life if only as seen for the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan and has always been a limited body, such as parting is easy to sigh. It is said that life is an illusory dream, however, outside the dream, the most real, only oneself.

Never lonely is the same, there is no geographical restrictions, there is no barrier of time. Therefore, I was able to follow a falling sycamore leaf to find a touch of similar feelings lost in the long river of time. Crape myrtle hibiscus flower remains, but the setting sun is dry. Shuangyan is about to return to the season, and the screen was slightly cold last night. It is the same autumn dusk, the same crape myrtle flower residue, but the tipsy heroine in the word seems to have added a touch of recollection. If the blooming of crape myrtle is the beginning of a beautiful dream, then the bright red hibiscus is a hot heart. Perhaps in the dream, the heroine also had a love encounter, beautiful feelings, warm love, had a deed of life and life, happy with her son; hold hands, and the oath to grow old together, just this fate, come and go, such as electricity, did not stay in her life for too long.

In the twinkling of an eye, it is crape myrtle hibiscus flower remnant, that falling to the ground, but her broken dream and scarred heart? Looking at the sky, I thought that the swallow could still be accompanied by a shadow and snuggled up to each other, but I could only stand alone in a thousand sorrows, piecing together a dream that could not be continued. I wonder if this heroine will, like Daiyu, have the idea of flying with the flowers to the end of the sky. Yes, crape myrtle, which is ruthlessly destroyed by the cold wind to leave the flower branch, is not the epitome of its own destiny. If there is no realistic barrier, perhaps, their love will not be so shallow. So sometimes, falling in love with a plant is like falling in love with a person, just for a moment. Just because of it, very much like myself.

In the fields of mortals, we have a lot of chances every day, brushing shoulders with someone, connecting with something, or opposite to a certain plant, but those who can make us stay and pour affection into it are always those who can see themselves through them and feel themselves. People often say that cold and warm know themselves, yes, no one can really empathize with our experience, and the person who knows himself best is himself after all. No one can complete the unknown journey for us, and no one can help us without selfishness, because what everyone cares about and loves most is themselves. In fact, we meet ourselves all our lives.