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Late Summer

[Introduction]: I said: You said separation is doomed, because you are used to such separation, but I have to wait for his return with hopeless return. Welcome to prose online and look forward to your further contribution. Autumn opened a bleak chapter. The summer of gardenia passed in a hurry every day. For a moment, I seemed to see sunflower shed tears. The Angel told me that this season was destined to be filled with sadness. Looking up blankly, I saw the clouds passing by in the blue sky. Suddenly I understood the sob of the wind. The lonely back appeared on The Boulevard. In my memory, the once prosperous and dense trees were still standing there upright, watching the leaves leaving one after another calmly, as if I had been used to such separation. Gently crouching down and twisting a leaf, my yellow body lay quietly in my palm. Then, the wind took it away ………. burying his head into his arms, listening to the heartbreak on the ground, the tree told me: separation is doomed. I said: You said separation is doomed, because you are used to such separation, but I have to wait for his return with hopeless return. Knowing that it was impossible, he still kept his persistence and waited quietly. The tree said: you have the purest feelings in the world, why do you waste it like this? Wry smile! Yes, I don’t know why I want to spoil my feelings like this. It’s me who makes me unhappy, I almost forgot that I once had the truest smile in the world. Ye told me: she used to be happy in the warm harbor of trees, enjoying the protection and indulgence of trees. However, Qiu gave her to the wind. I said: At least you have been happy. Even if you left the tree, you still have a precious and happy memory, and what he left me was only the back. Ye, sighed lightly, leaving overwhelming sadness, but I fell in love with the feeling of being surrounded by faint sadness. Inadvertently, the glittering tears slipped over the corner of his eyes, and he said to himself gently: I will not wait, and I don’t want to let myself feel tired any more……………….. [Editor in charge: Man Tree]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Autumn

I stood high and looked towards the southeast, thinking that you were in that direction. Listening to your voice, wandering in my heart, looking for it in my dream, your miss. The voice in the dream is so beautiful, the breeze on the high place has your smell. Looking at the distance, thousands of lights, is there one that belongs to you and me? What are you doing now? Do you miss each other like me? Thinking about your beauty, your gentleness, your long hair and the smell of your breath. I stood high and looked towards the southeast, because you were in that direction. My heart is pale with a haggard heart, a tired body, gloomy weather and no sunshine. The roar of the machine is gone. I can’t smell the fresh air. I am looking for a voice, working hard for life. God, God, why there are so many troubles. God, God, that care, that don’t give up. Distant direction, distant direction, your voice. Distant direction, distant direction, your beauty. I think of your appearance again and again. I dreamed of your words again and again. I saw a tired body, a tired heart. Night thinking looks at the distance, with some red light, that is the sun that has not fallen down. It shines on this land, with some attachment and disappointment. Therefore, I saw the moonlight, the lights and the stars all over the sky. The breeze messed up hair, took away exhaustion and sadness. The red light in the distance dissipated, and I could not feel the breath of the sun. In return, lights, music and noise linger in this city. This city is alive, and night cannot bring death. All this was brought with the red light dissipating. Is it celebrating? Celebrate night? Celebrate death? The reverie of autumn I need sunshine, because I am about to die, and I want to use my last time to leave traces of my existence. I need Ganlin, because I am about to dry up. I want to use my remaining life to reflect the value of my life. Fallen leaves bring autumn wind, autumn wind brings yellow and death. I am about to die, because I have dried up. Mu Yu was in the autumn wind, letting it blow my fragile body. In the yellow world, I was not alone. I release the last energy, burn the remaining essence, gather brilliance and perform excellence. I caught the skirt of autumn wind and traveled. I went to a place, which is said to be called Heaven. I feel that I am just a little heavy, floating in the world, humble and small. If the blue sky is like white clouds, I feel the color change of the world and the flood of the universe. I have no life, but I have thoughts, thinking in this dreamy world. For a moment, all things in the fingers fade. Where did I come from? White clouds reflect the blue sky, which is also idle and turbulent. My heart seems to be unobtrusive, and I also feel distant and wandering. There is light, shadow, sound and dream. Is it a silent paradise? Or the sea of prison in my dream? Thinking, thoughts are fluttering in the world with the wind, following the breath of dreams. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…