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Externalize but not internalize" Yu Dan.

The sunset on the horizon is falling little by little on the edge of the dream. The faint red faintly purple is faintly purple, rendering a poignant charm, looking forward to the clouds in the sky and the undulating mountains. Fell into a colorful dream.

The remnant sun is a plump watercolor pen that sways affectionately on the cheeks of the clouds. The clouds, burning, splendid. Light red is overlaid with red, and crimson is printed with purple red.

It's rolling, it's flying. At the edges, it is bright and remarkably agile; In the middle, it is particularly dignified and full of affection. Nearby, layered on top of each other, virtual and real, such as thick ink and heavy color on the rice paper, fainting.

In the distance, it is like strips of colored silk, elegant, hazy.

The silent mountain was ignited, and the outline gradually became clear. The rolling peaks burn orange-red, rivaling the clouds in the sky. In the middle of the mountain, there is a faint blue in the purple red, which is very heavy.

The dreamlike pale pink clouds at the foot of the mountain blurred the dream-like woods and ethereated a poetic cottage.

It took me many years to realize that the reason why people yearn for love and pursue love eagerly is because love is the only antidote to loneliness, shame and sadness. But some emotions are hidden in the depths of your heart, and only loneliness can help you find them; Some unknown pasts are too embarrassing, and only shame can help you live in the shadows; Some things are so sad that only the heart can cry out for you and vent that grief. It's just that I'm too young and I don't know how to love at all, or I think I know love.

But that's just a dream.

Excerpt from "Mallow".

This is what I look at crying:

A little boy was seen picking up the cat's paw, whose blood had already congealed, in horror. He wept profusely, as if he had been moved to tears by the horrific scene. But he desperately held the cat's paw tightly in the palm of his hand.

only to find that its thick palm turned out to be just enough to be embedded in his empty heart, so complete and tightly opposed, synthesizing the most emotional consolation among boys.

Excerpt from "Quartet".

You may have kissed those red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple petals in your dreams, and at this moment, you must create Yao Huang Wei Zi Bean, Green Ink, Gold Sprinkled with Gold, White Snow Tower, Bronze Sparrow, Spring Brocade Tent, Hibiscus, Smoke Velvet, Purple First Case, Red Fire Alchemy Pill ......Imagine the colorful auspicious clouds over Luoyang City reflected by peonies in the blooming season; Imagine the fragrance of peony flowers trembling in the breeze and night dew; Imagine trees and houses stained with flowers; Imagine that Luoyang City has continued for more than a thousand years, "the flowers bloom and fall for 20 days, and everyone in the city is crazy".

Actually, you didn't like peonies a long time ago. Because it is always worshipped as rich. Later, you witnessed the fall of a peony once, and you believe that everyone will be moved by it:

A gust of breeze came slowly, and the delicate and fresh peony in its prime suddenly fell one by one, spreading out the gorgeous petals all over the place. When the petals hit the ground, they were still bright and dazzling, like the feathers of a great bird on the altar, and they left with a mournful song. The peony does not bloom when the flower fails, either shining on the branches or returning to the soil, it crosses withering and aging, dies from youth, and fades from beauty.

Although it is beautiful, it does not spare life, and even if it says goodbye, it will leave people with the last thrilling taste - excerpt from Zhang Kangkang's "Peony's Rejection".

Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves rustle"When the wind is strong, the yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of the tree and dance with the wind, like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing under the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, there happened to be three or two people walking through the falling yellow leaves, isn't this a beautiful picture? But it's so fleeting, like a flash in the pan.

Before I could take a closer look, I vanished.

I regret this ephemeral beauty, and I regret the fierceness of autumn leaves. It struggled so hard to get rid of the constraints of the tree, but didn't it know that the leaves would eventually return to their roots? Is it worth it to bury yourself forever under the roots of a tree for the sake of such a brief period of freedom?

But then I thought, maybe this is the spirit of Akiba. Their real purpose in breaking free from the shackles of the tree may not be the momentary freedom, but the last thing they want to inject into the roots of the tree, so that the tree can have enough nutrients in the cold winter. In the spring of the following year, new and stronger leaves will grow on the branches, and those new leaves are not the same as they were back then? Thinking of this, I am proud of the autumn leaves, I didn't expect them to have them"Sustainability"The mind is incredible. Maybe it's because of the mysterious nature.

The spring winds make people drowsy; The summer wind makes people feel hot and uncomfortable; The winter wind is bitterly cold. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither hot nor cold, and can also make people feel a lot more sober. I simply doubt that the autumn breeze has the effect of refreshing the mind, coupled with the cool autumn rain, this is a great medicine primer, a precious"Natural herbs"I'm afraid it's formed.

Autumn Wind and Autumn Rain may be the most perfect pair in the world. The autumn wind blows the autumn rain, and the autumn rain is accompanied by the autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect the crystal luster, reflect the elegance of autumn.

Maybe they can trim a beautiful picture of autumn, looking at their figures, I can't help but sigh: the autumn wind blows, the autumn rain flies; The autumn breeze is refreshing, and the autumn rain is cool.

Autumn wind, autumn rain, autumn leaves. None of them can show beauty on their own. What they express is a holistic beauty, a harmonious beauty.

There is no wind, the rain does not fly, and the leaves do not dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet, and the leaves will not be shy; Without leaves, the wind appears monotonous and the rain appears dull. Only when they are skillfully combined will they form a beautiful painting, a beautiful poem - autumn.

Nature has blessed spring with the fragrance of birds and flowers, summer prosperity, winter beautiful snow, and of course, autumn will not be forgotten. So, she bestowed autumn with mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.

I also learned a truth from this: people's talents are almost the same, and if you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I am afraid you have to endure extraordinary hardships.

Autumn made me appreciate its beauty and made me understand some truths.

Autumn is really fruitful.

ps: I don't know if it's good to carry it. Give it a try.

Sycamore trees, three more rains, not to leave the love is bitter. A leaf, a sound, the empty steps drip to the light". The falling rain quietly poured out the sorrow of parting.

The leaves are sad in the rain, the rain dances in the wind, falls in the sky, flows to the earth, turns into a tear, for whom does it sigh? For whom? On this rainy night, who composed a sad parting?

Who turned the years of lovesickness into the autumn water of the boudoir? Since ancient times, the sycamore has been a portrayal of sad autumn and parting, and it is also the emotional counterpart of many literati and ink writers.

The so-called "west wind is shaking everywhere, but the sycamore alone reports autumn", and "sycamore" and "autumn" have an indissoluble relationship. The leaves of the sycamore trees will begin to be sad in the autumn pace, and the mood of people has a sense of loss, or a certain emotion, which touches the scene in the autumn color.

Suddenly I began to miss the flowers. Pink cherry blossoms, blue gentians, and violet lavender stretch from near to far to the end of the distant sky. I am a lonely child, walking along this thin road, smelling the fragrance of flowers, falling in love with the past hidden by the shadows behind me.

With the splendor of the cherry blossoms flying overhead, the quiet melancholy of gentian at hand, and the gentleness of lavender beside me, I am like a butterfly, lost here. The red flew over the swing, and the curtain was cold, and I only felt leaning on the dangerous building, and the wind was whispering.

I can't remember when I've seen the flowers bloom, but I vaguely remember the splendor stretching to the horizon. The flowers are blooming so beautifully! Like a pilgrim, I reverently looked at the flowers, closed my eyes, folded my hands, and washed my soul.

I heard the flowers laughing, laughing so happily, laughing like a silver bell.

Childhood, is childhood! The immature me, the one who stopped under the dim street lamp, the one who amazed the flowers in the rain, waiting to return again.