summer

I call on the layers of rendering of the jungle, I can't pick up the pile of leaves, I can't do the desert wilderness, I can't afford the autumn wind blows the depression. The original spring and autumn across the shallow is years of vicissitudes, heat and cold alternately with the change of time, in a short duration of time, in the back and forth, in the conversion of the season is who pale who wait.

Leaves were fluttering, yellow and white. I stayed in the autumn season, the ear is the sound of floating leaves, everywhere is desolate scenery. In the blink of an eye from autumn wind, is bringing the traces of mottled, take is fleeting memories,

Turn back to see the rain fall red, suddenly their old face, in the eyes of the fleeting time of war, can't erase the traces of mottled, dying in the bottom layers of ripples. Get rid of the cycle of the seasons, conversion of years of loneliness, the blue sky blue sea in the thin figure, road endless lovesickness, could not finish the sorrow of parting,

Gray sky cover autumn bleak and chilly, dead leaves can not carry too much sadness, in the season with too much, cannot pull the slightest slip light, do not hold up the river and.

On the setting sun, old leaves. Stacked text place up those stories, cool breeze, blowing the lights, in the half light in the cut,

So fell autumn rain, cold cold night. Can not afford to roll the rain, looking through the rain. In stranded in September drops drifting away

September, day very much. It gradually turns cool, feel a little past the temperature. Have a smoke willow, the setting sun afterglow of the wild; once fallen petals lie in profusion. And the moon, the garden .. and now, before the rain into empty words, lush foliage filled the maturity of autumn.

Continuous rain in autumn, mottled old leaves, turning fixed youth, does not tear ring, in the light of the world, for you I like dust, hurry leave no silhouette

The gray sky, raging wind blowing, roll up dust sand covered half the sky.