When light floods into the light of the setting sun west room balcony, are already felt the warm, and such radiance to the old floating how impression the world out of the window, all unreal dimly discernible. If there is no wind, it must be a Xiao Jing world, and a dead leaf fell windowsill, I guess it must be the north wind send, otherwise how to such a height? It so qiao, but lay in front of my eyes, the short distance of only a few feet, and looked at it, this season and start the spread of the infinite, until it was full of heart. Think of that sentence: meet is the fate, so whether I should take what do this leaf, an exclamation, stare at a glance, and presumably is too thin. The autumn rain send return, dust fall for pretty, still know the end-result of the fallen leaves, then picked up it fall into the flower pot, is the circle of the cycle of a truth. For a long time never touch of what the, light mood, but really good? Life without wave billow forward, the memory is empty, if it is not the film several days ago, I can“t think what I have memories.
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