Here not late autumn

Ward, a few YeFeng and rain, writes a general long more bitter. Partial 欹 pillow for autumn, toad as early as next strings. The night was cold, and tears were thin fall snuff. Nowhere not sad, light dust in the jade harp. And LTBR > Syria, gloomy mood, has been beyond the emotional level, and in the space of the soul in this gloomy mood feel the lingering, also is a kind of beautiful or enjoy a feeling, can to a certain kind of things, is a great joy, like the dying welcome all of spring in the recovery and bright flowers, this is a kind of return uncut jade to return true spirit to enjoy, beyond the earthly category and the fetters, including the obsession with sad. And LTBR > life where not sad, much MengHui in the middle of the night, rain outside the window, the feeling be raining, where the heart to drift, from the ultimate looking for life, annihilation in the flashy, but this secular world in time and space, the quiet roar some empty echo just seemed to create ripples. Lost, lost, there is a voice calling: return, though never so homely. White horse in the wind, HuSiShouQiu, perhaps, the cycle of life is just a process, and the spiritual home is always the beginning of whether the place, but? And LTBR > austral heat gradually receding, have rain night, began to have a quite cold autumn, some night was surprised the feeling of thin. Here is also the warm autumn of time, harvest banker, inviting fruit, and the upcoming leisurely all day, is so relaxed freehand brushwork in traditional Chinese painting, that unbounded, whether, because I have not return for? And LTBR >; silent, more add writes a sorrow; By the end of the horizon, the sunsets hometown is smoke from kitchen chimneys; Hengyang GuYan, light dust jade harp, heart, dumb sad, before, but still is shallow smiling, neglected the late autumn, here, whether still remain autumn frost of?