The city of seasonal change always are not obvious replica oakley sunglasses, on both sides of streets evergreen trees always let a day like the autumn and winter, let a person from the side to carefully to find season steps. When the birds gathering on the high tension line crowded the figure, the density of trees perched on the birds do not sleep of voice, the fall has just over the horizon. Woods leaves each obedience to the seasonal replace, lightly over the crown of your head and flew over your shoulder, last fall, enron under your feet thick on the land. In the golden sun, they are flying spirit, the vast CangKong because of fly leaves and more bright. If in the continuous rain, and leaves to the filar silk as bits of rain lingering whispers, with the lonesome tears down deep. Seems to be not forget the autumn of appointment, shed rain lingering, cannot bear the grace of the tree encountered, those leaves always passion blossoms to his own life, each leaf falling all is a passionate life hymns.

Early in the morning, and opened the window, a leaf balanced look falls on my windowsill, green yellow leaf texture clear, softly the move is the colour of life. This is a just falling leaves, and it left the tree in the arms of before, had enough strength slow growth, in the scorching sun in the sky of summer, managed, although less glitter summer flowers, but lush green achievement its luster. In the autumn wind under the sway of, rotating ascended landing, even though the is the last departure is so intense. This is perhaps best of life.

As if in overnight, on the way to work is covered with thick leaves, some with the wind behind in pedestrians, some lay quiet in the earth, and in the morning sunshine make them flashing light of shining, are bright summer haven't show you all the wonderful? "Endless fall a wood, the Yangtze river, not to roll." The fallen leaves ah, your life each phase of the spectacular are like that, I want to use the word to way how do your brilliance. But, leaves are silent. In the spring it secretly growth, in the summer in passion to bloom, in autumn quietly falls, and open to the deep sleep in in the winter snow in the mud. Silent, complaint or regret. Perhaps this is the course of a life.

The noon sunlight, be warm sun in my body, the changing seasons always let a person feel the time flies so fast. As in the last year, I and liu yuxi said of the poem as the "clear sky crane row a cloud, and lead to poetry's sky" autumn passion, and this year's autumn day, I in numerous in the autumn leaves in can't sleep, such as hemp thoughts ruffles my mood, distant flute through the night train slim, in fine threads continuously flap I don't better heart. To travel? Why not start quickly? Many times I urge to ask yourself. And loses, success and failures, and honor and disgrace, what should I put down??????? Why passion dancing with fallen leaves, I kept sigh, sad smell to clinging I, let me linger? Nature is the leshan, the wise le water ". Can't seem to find my between landscape of fun. I am the most stupid ride rolling a, has nearly BuHuoZhiNian, always confused in its own position, I choose in their own way find true happiness dopie, regret with sour pain. Across the autumn leaves, lonesome on fai, fallen leaves into the quiet night occasionally, slowly fell on my windowsill, seems to be intentionally and for, is to want to let me fine taste the taste of life? Clear tears rags soaked my heart.

GaoQi song dynasty in the swim mountain resentments record "in the cloud:" day in the GuiJi not set, person in the music of the board doesn't often encountered, has its land rather than the person, have the person rather than the land, and to do all the joy of Cardiff swim view......." . I want to true happiness may be in the heart that agrees with the moment or a congenial to the things it. People often "sad fallen leaves YuJinQiu", and I don't climbing in the autumn day not water, admire the fallen leaves the fragrance, feeling the brilliant life, perhaps this is a person that meet the fun of it. I FeiSa through the autumn leaves maple's woods, the bird thin whisper, leaves lingering goodbye. Blue sky, white clouds, evening mist,... , the sunset WanJing like a bright corsage, ornament my chest, I in autumn in the romantic count the autumn leaves, every leaf have vicissitudes of the imprinting! From the branches to the roots, short course to experience such difficulties. So the leaves, people is so! I pick the leaves from the joy of life.

Count the autumn leaves, I have an appointment with the autumn.