Qiu Lai's summer is over, and my eyebrows are falling off.

The wind blows the golden laurel, the Yin Hui on a moonlit night, the autumn dew on the pillow, and it opens in Dongli. In the autumn wind, the fragrance is rich, with the simplicity of fireworks and a faint fragrance. Not ostentatious, not charming, comfortable and simple. Looking from a distance, the mountains are misty, and Qian Shan is in the ink painting room. That touch of autumn white, in the autumn sky, meets Yan Zhen, and the whispering autumn wind is filled with Zen echoes. The moon is full of thoughts about you, beautiful moments and deep feelings. And I, just sitting quietly under the window, watching the clouds rolling and relaxing, listening to the breeze whispering, enjoying the beautiful full moon, refreshing, lovesickness like ink dyeing the moonlight, my heart is still the same. Quiet time, then in a flower shadow, opened a happy appearance.

Yue Hua is like water, the flowers are silent, and there is love between the eyebrows flowing in the heart, slipping through the veins of the soul, and a curtain of dreams. Falling into the world of mortals, only you are thinking. I stand out from the crowd with the music of the seven strings, watching a flower bloom peacefully, enjoying the fleeting time and looking forward to the past. The world is full of dust, butterflies dance in pairs, you are tender as water, I am affectionate, and the days when the truth is carried together contain sweetness in lightness and happiness in hardship. On the road of the world of mortals, flowers are red and green, mountains and rivers are flowing, all the way, all the way to collect. Life is a game of understanding. Cut away the fleeting time, hold the warmth along the way, and comb this romantic day into a poetic landscape! Even if you are in the south, I am in the north; I am at the end of the world, and you are at the end of the earth. Fate is the first line. It's you on one side and me on the other. No matter what the wind and rain, the end of the world can't stop our fate in this life.

Qiu Lai left in summer and fell from her forehead. She was lovesick for a long time. Empty as water, shallow as years, singing the sound of night, cool and affectionate, just like the sound of a golden harp, playing a string of memories of wheatgrass. A feeling, gentle and long because of understanding; Love is deep and far away, because it is cherished. Sweet ink into the water, acacia ethereal, words like strings, sentences like songs. Ink fills the air between the lines, and it is also full of your deep affection and tenderness in every corner of life, dotted with every flower of life. The days when I depend on flowers are so beautiful. Every time I smell its fragrance, I feel great. The flowers are whispering, lingering has become a landscape, overflowing with a bunch of thoughts, leisurely entering the heart, concentrating on painting, and standing in a watchful posture. If you come, I will spread ten miles of red makeup for you, and then continue to write a flower letter to meet you with poetry and warmth.

Osmanthus fragrans in the yard is flourishing, with yellow flowers and attractive fragrance. Love blooms in the heart, love sprouts between the lines of poetry, and the ink is wrapped in flowers. Yes, all the noise will be abandoned outside the world of mortals, leaving only the whisper of autumn insects and only the faint fragrance of osmanthus. Habitually place a delicate incense lamp and listen to your heart every quiet night. Habitually, I write your name on little red paper in every empty corner, draw countless smiling eyes, and tell my endless thoughts and joy. Through the prosperous, bleak and persistent thoughts, we should also learn to wait calmly in the rather critical beauty.

Twisting a bud of time, quietly blooming in the long years, making the memories fragrant and the faint feelings of the past, I am so lucky to meet you in a blooming season. When I love you, you just love me, so all the dark years are beautiful. Love is a flower that warms you endlessly and is willing to waste the whole youth for you. A relationship between you and me poured out the whole world of mortals and touched the memory of a city. Year after year, day after day, I freehand brushwork you in the original way. Words endowed with soul can always whisper countless gorgeous words, just because you understand, just because you are still there. You, I will never forget, are the most beautiful, gentle and elegant lines, quietly extending under the moonlight.

The night is long and sleepless, the cold stars are flashing, Leng Yue is silent, and the flowering period lingers in the cycle of the four seasons, but I don't know when and when to return. Moonlight is like a shower, and a window is lonely. Those thoughts soaked in petals spread out in a manuscript. Those tender pasts reveal Fang Fei in the dim moonlight, and those interdependence engraved on the lintel of time are fragrant and gentle. Twist an ordinary piece of paper into a flower, fall at dawn and dusk, and solidify into an eternal poem in the sun, moon and mountains. Meet in a flowering time, and then continue to write the love embedded in life in every flowering and falling. Let all the promises turn into mutual loyalty, let the present dreams turn into a bright future, share joys and sorrows, let true love join hands for life, never give up, and let the warmth last forever.

Dip in a touch of acacia, give a small print, enjoy a wisp of ink, revel in a poem, cut white clouds as handkerchiefs, drink clear dew as wine, poem the beauty of wine, and light the moon and breeze. Describe the beauty of an encounter, weave a lingering love brocade, and let the feelings at the bottom of the wrist and the thoughts between the eyebrows sneak into the depths of the soul with the wind. In the old dream of several lovesickness, how much tenderness is like water, thoughts are swaying like flowers, and the warmth of the fingertips is intertwined, giving birth to poetic lush. Write a word, splash a rhyme, love the ideal city, and be gentle with the world. Turn your thoughts into a trickle, flowing in words; Turn thousands of feelings into thousands of stars and decorate the moonlight in the night sky. If you look in my direction, your eyes will freeze in an instant, just like the first time I read your amazing. Even if the reality is sometimes the opposite, don't be sad, don't cry, smile quietly and happily, keep a simple promise, and don't wait for the empty space without flowers.

A romantic agreement, gently pull the flowers and the moon together, stare at each other several times, the poem is full of volumes, and after thousands of times, the flowers and the moon will melt forever. Looking back, you are in the green hills and I am in the clear water, thousands of miles apart, but we are still connected. On the day when the wind blows and the water falls, with a warm heart and a poetic miss, the tentacles are as warm as jade. Fingertips are soft and feelings are long. Pick a wisp of incense at the end of the month and spread your thoughts. Catch a red lamp, put it in the tuyere of missing, and open the missing flowers into the most beautiful posture in your beautiful eyes. A curtain of dreams, thin eyes and noisy world of mortals, my city will keep a quiet side for you, willing to be lovers in pairs, willing to spread your wings and fly, Qian Shan is full of vicissitudes of life, keeping the unchangeable promise on the shore of the years, carrying the oath engraved on the three stones, unchanged and unforgettable.

Sitting quietly in the moonlight, watching the beautiful flowers in the dust, listening to Qiu Chan singing alone. Dance full sleeves, spend full clothes. There has always been a warmth in my heart, even in the cold night of autumn rain, it still breeds thousands of warmth. Lift the streamer to break the shadow, and let your thoughts turn with the wind. Time is quiet and beautiful, only you are the gentlest. Keep your promise in this life and never forget your original intention. I don't need to say a thousand words to understand you, so I can deeply remember you. In the call of Qian Shan, I will grow into a day full of flowers and flowers. In the depths of time, there is a breeze blowing on the moon. Take out the red beans you gave me and put pen to paper in the deep feeling of clear autumn. I only wish that in the sweet-scented osmanthus days, you are there, and I love …

Gently twist a drop of white dew as ink, fold a sword as a pen, pick up a piece of moonlight as a note, and draw a meaningful ink painting to hang on the heart wall. What I engrave is to listen to the jingle of wind chimes with you under the ancient west window, feel the beauty and quietness of the years in the whispering oh, and appreciate the beauty and gentleness of the time in the slow language. Warm and proper love. Look at the curling smoke from the kitchen with you, count the trees and flowers in front of the courtyard, and look at the rolling and relaxing clouds in the sky. It's a long time since we met. Even if I am old, I just want to be with you, and I will indulge in the world of mortals for the rest of my life, even if the wind and rain are hard, we will be together. Let's be quiet and warm with time!