The scenery is colorless by the window, and only the clouds and the moon are born

It means standing by the window to enjoy the evening view, the dusk has disappeared, the sky has no light, only to see the dim clouds rising into the sky with the moon.

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The scenery is colorless by the window, and only the clouds are accompanied by the moon. The differences between people determine the occurrence of isolated events from the very beginning. So, accept this beautiful reality with a calm heart.

People are idle and osmanthus falls, and autumn will not be too late. And tonight's moonlight also seems to be covered with a thin veil, and the moonlight is extremely shallow, with a hazy beauty. The late wind always has a bit of coolness, and it is a little cooler on the face.

A person, sitting alone in the moonlight surrounded by cinnamon, on the smooth bluestone slab, there is a faint halo through the shadow of the laurel, sprinkled between the clothes. Occasionally, osmanthus flowers fall, fine pieces slide across the eyebrows, and the quaint fragrance spreads through the sense of smell and between the fingers. Life is clear at this moment.

Quiet, laid-back, peaceful.

Not far away, there were a few old people still chatting casually. The voice is high and low, and occasionally, there is laughter, perhaps thinking of the brilliant childhood, or the two little unguessed childhood times. And I, thinking of a woman like an orchid, stroking the piano and singing at the end of the world.

Meet you, bright and happy, meet you, the shadow of the pool is clear, meet you, warm as jade. Looking up at the sky, the stars shimmer in the distant sky. But the ripples of your pair of shear-like eyes?

Soft drunk with a few sighs of heart.

I'm in the scatter of autumn leaves, ferrying, looking for your traces. In the shadow of the patterned lights, the melodious music, who picked up the pearls you once left behind in the old days. The cigarette lock is sorrowful, it's me, wading through the water, and your music, raising my eyebrows and slenderness with the rest of the song.

I have always believed that the friendship between women is more eternal, and a passionate encounter is also resistant to the loneliness of the world. Don't say that you hate to see each other late, and don't say anything about the ups and downs of this journey, only a heart that has experienced flashiness and cherishes the interpretation between each other. There will always be a flash of your graceful shadow at a certain time, between the low eyebrows and raised eyes, you are the gentle singer of the water pavilion, and I, walking through the scenery about you with words to copy, the water sleeves are lightly raised.

Those stretching beauty, warm words, in each other's smiles and smiles, are clear in their hearts.

Some encounters are like the wind passing without a trace. And there are some ruined encounters, such as the long-set ending on the life board, and on a certain day in a certain year and month, it is still singing slowly. On that day, you leaned against the window, lazy to draw your eyebrows.

And I, separated by the green mountains, the green water is long, and I am dressed in the halo of the light moon, and I have entered the Jiangnan of your dreams. It is you, in the painting of Jiangnan, who dipped the pen and ink lightly, and blurred away the wind and clouds of the passing years.

The light fog was light, and some people had dispersed. A little damp moisturized the skin, and the empty sky was already a cloud. Those who have fallen asleep, or who are still awake, must have become more and more peaceful in autumn.

So I got up and said goodbye to the painting screen of this autumn night, and the fragrance of osmanthus was still entwined between my noses. Looking back, the gaze swept south of the south, and there was warmth spreading out, extending in a smile. There are words in the mouth, Huaijun belongs to the autumn night, and the ghost should not sleep ......