Piao Shuo

The sand that can't be caught will eventually drift with the wind. Is the sand heartless or sentimental? But I want to insist desperately.

I thought an empty heart could be quiet, and I thought a broken heartstring would not be touched by anyone. I thought the cold heart could fade away. In a fleeting smile, slowly heal the wound. Finally, I found that all my strength was exhausted, and all I wanted to escape was a turn of your head, but I couldn't escape endless thoughts. Those past events are like snowflakes, peeling off and falling, reaching for them. Melt in the palm of your hand, a little cold. Talking about mood phrases

In love, there will always be people in the depths of the soul, there will always be sad people, and there will always be regrets about loving too early but too late. If love is the catastrophe of the soul, when all this is over, who can tell me about you in so hard to forget?

Those past days, those jokes and warmth, seemed to be like a dream just yesterday, and went up in smoke. My heart is so tired, but I can't stop thinking about it, but I can't go back to the past. You don't understand many things today, and neither do I. Broken promises turned into deep melancholy. Fill your heart and regret this life. Those sad beauties have crossed the Baiyun stream, but they are always mottled with sad tears, tearing us apart.

How I wish our meeting wouldn't bloom like a meteor. I hope those promises can stand the erosion of time. If the oath can be changed, our meeting can be rescheduled. There wouldn't be so much sadness, helplessness and pain.

I don't have the courage to wave goodbye at the moment. I'm afraid I'll never see you again I just hope you are well, and you will be well for many years.

Wound healing: A wounded body and a tired heart are like stagnant water.

1, #EXO# What three touching sentences. I will take you to Korea. I'll take you to SM. I'll take you to see EXO.

I love my mother very much, but I always talk back to her.

Listen to the previous songs and remember that I don't have your love now.

4, tepid, but it will break out when it touches the bottom line. Don't underestimate me.

Everything you say can't escape my eyes.

Today is my birthday, and my wish is: May all lovers in the world be long-lost brothers and sisters.

7. An injured body and a tired heart are like stagnant water. Dull and depressing.

8. Finally, I spit on you and said that you are such a person. In fact, you have always been like this.

9. Every time I tell you a lot, you always say yes. . Embarrassed, I don't know how to tell you.

10, my New Year's resolution is that the teaching building collapsed and killed the teaching director on duty.

1 1, we are restless in front of beauty.

12, it thundered. If you do many bad things, don't go anywhere.

13, I thought I could forget you, but my tears failed to deceive myself.

14, I pretended to be ≤ nothing to say ≥, and I laughed with tears.

15, don't forget, in fact, I am just a child. Tired, I don't want to say more, let alone talk.

Love yourself, like the rising sun.

1, some things, only experienced, have a penetrating experience; Once upon a time, only by letting go from the bottom of my heart can we truly emancipate our minds.

2. The important sign of falling in love with someone is: I regret meeting any beautiful scenery. Why aren't you around?

3. If a person is weak, he is his greatest enemy; A brave man is his best friend.

I will never see you again in my life, just to see you again, not you. You will never appear in your heart again, only the vicissitudes of the sun and moon and the fleeting time. -Xi Murong

5. A life with faith, whether successful or not, will at least not be confused.

6. People either never dream or have interesting dreams; People should also learn to be awake, either never awake or interestingly awake. -Nietzsche

7. If life is a perfect circle, for a person who is always ready and makes unremitting efforts, then the other side of his fantasy journey must still be the origin-the innocence of the soul.

8. I am willing to go deep into life, absorb the essence of life, live a down-to-earth and simple life, weed out everything that doesn't belong to life, and drive life to a dead end. The most basic form is simple, simple and simple again. Thoreau

9. Without blind expectation, there will be no disappointment. If you can understand that everything is impermanent, you will not be persistent; If you don't cling to climbing, you won't be swayed by considerations of gain and loss, and you can really live completely.

10, if you don't have super social skills, then please have excellent talent; If you don't have a strong heart, please learn to forget and be content.

1 1. Life sometimes forces you to give up power, opportunities and even love. You can't have everything. Learn to give up in life, just like cleaning up files in a computer.

12, remember that people go astray, not because of their ignorance, but because they think they know. Rousseau

13, we can adopt a relatively relaxed and casual attitude towards life: we are not permanent tenants of this world, but passers-by. -Lin Yutang

14, old people believe everything, middle-aged people doubt everything, and young people know everything. Oscar Wilde

15, at the door of fate, you might as well show a little more patience, even if you wait one more day, one more hour, one more minute, the result may be completely different.

16, anxious heart, can't smell the calm and elegant flowers; Aggressive people may step on their own mines step by step. -Zhang Lijun

17, I haven't forgotten anything, but some things are only suitable for collection. Can't say, can't think, but can't forget. -Shi Tiesheng

18, life is too short, there is no time to waste, all freedom must be pursued, and others' views on me are so insignificant.

19, the most taboo in life is endless self-pity. Love yourself, just like the morning sun rises.

20. Suffering, like happiness, is the reward of life. Today is the hope of living tomorrow, and living is happiness. Mark

A sad and beautiful sentence describing the leaves falling in the late autumn sky. Talk about the mood book.

Squat down, pick up a fallen leaf and count the visible textures. I think life is so important that the wind comes and goes. How many little leaves are there to find their mother? This short and meaningful ceremony is neither grand nor gorgeous, but it seems a little depressing in the autumn wind, but the end of the past is also the beginning of the present. Leaves have fallen off and gone deep into the soil, which can also be used as nutrients. We will continue, start again, and there will be new winds.

A person walking in the yard, stepping into a shade, the rustling at the foot is like the whisper of life. Autumn wind rustling, playing a sad chord rhyme. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and a flock of geese pass by. Suddenly, a fallen leaf broke into my sight, gently brushed my cheek, quietly rotated in the autumn wind and slowly fell to the ground. I slowly reached out my palm and let it float into my palm.

When the autumn wind blows, strange leaves fly all over the sky like butterflies. When they are tired of flying, they will return to their mother. They are all kinds, big, small, single, string, red and yellow.

Autumn red leaves, like clusters of azaleas with smiling eyelids, like patches of red sunrise, are floating in the sky.

Maple leaves are like a small slap, and each finger is covered with serrations. The end of the leaf is red and sharp, as if once it is stuck there, the red in the leaf will flow out. Its veins are very clear, extending from the petiole to the leaves, like an interesting painting.

I bent down to pick up a ginkgo garden and studied it carefully. This ginkgo garden is golden yellow, only the edges of the leaves are a little brown. Ginkgo biloba leaves are like fans, and the veins are not very clear. Ginkgo biloba leaves are soft and slippery, like a golden thread, and smell faint fragrance.

Yesterday, my father and I went to collect the autumn leaves of four kinds of fruits. They are all oval. Pomegranate autumn leaves are green and yellow, autumn leaves are yellow, more green and less longan, more orange and less yellow, and a little green litchi. Only one color is brown. I wonder what color other autumn leaves are. I will have the opportunity to observe them more in the future to increase my knowledge.

Fallen leaves, you embellish the autumn jungle. The jungle is like a landscape painting, which makes autumn more gorgeous. It is your dancing that is as happy as a dancer and flying like a butterfly, which brings us good feelings.

Fallen leaves are like beautiful butterflies, which makes people feel that they are a beautiful butterfly when they fall. Accompanied by the breeze, they spin gracefully on the drums of the wind and return to the embrace of the earth.

The yellow leaves lay irregularly on the ground, and the bricks and asphalt roads were livid, keeping them out of the soil mercilessly. Fallen leaves are like homeless children, letting the wind blow them from East Street to West Street.

Quietly and involuntarily, I crouched down and slowly picked up a fallen leaf. Gently stroking its delicate texture, I suddenly raised a kind of respect in the face of the selfless heart of a small member in nature.

The fallen leaves in the north render a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. The first thing that may fall is just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.

When the autumn wind swept away, the leaves fell one after another. Some dance like butterflies, some spread their wings like orioles, and some spin lightly like dancers.

The autumn wind is getting full, and the flying leaves fall to the ground. The setting sun sprinkled a gentle afterglow on them, and the leaves were golden and the last ray of light was blooming. That is the indelible scenery they left in the dust. Close your eyes, it suddenly occurred to me that falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

Autumn sadness is the past of youth like a dream, autumn sadness has no regrets, and autumn sadness is an eternal injury to the soul.

I like the fallen leaves in autumn. I like to treasure them deeply in my pages, my drawers and the beautiful world I decorate. I look for my life, the color of my life, and the source that I can't be free and easy from the fallen leaves. Fallen leaves are not only the curtain call of the stage, but the construction of a new dance floor, in the noise, in the autumn wind, in the story, in the world of sound and silence.

The autumn wind rustled and rolled up the leaves. The last yellow leaf finally fell in the depths of my eyes, gradually dispersed, gradually became smaller and finally disappeared. Before my eyes, I saw scenes of the past.

Just under the cover of the sunset, the autumn wind blows the leaves, as if pouring out endless grief in my heart. Autumn waters are sad. When the yellow leaves fall, they hover down like dancing butterflies, lingering.

Leaves are lonely. They are lonely in this autumn. They are the main theme of autumn and also symbolize the acme of everything. Maple leaves are dyed red and ginkgo leaves are falling. I pity that he can't stand the cold winter and accompany me through the world of powder and jade. He is so handsome that there is no sadness. In autumn, he came and went in a hurry, so busy, leaving no gap.

You see, the maple leaves are red and shiny, dancing assiduously in the autumn wind, laughing assiduously in the sunset, and showing their femininity assiduously in people's praise. Looking at the fiery maple, I can't help but think of the poem of Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty: Frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Autumn wind accompanied the fallen leaves and started their journey by different routes. The vitality of spring has faded. The color of spring and the heat of summer are buried by autumn. Autumn brings coolness, but it also brings sadness.

Look! In autumn, the golden grass is dotted with red flames. It is the maple leaves that fall gently in the breeze, just like the red palm rushing to the earth and rushing to the embrace of the earth, which makes the beautiful meadow shine like the dazzling stars in the night sky, and the beautiful meadow is like the painter accidentally dropping fiery red paint on the golden field, which makes the autumn colors more charming.

The autumn rain outside the window, dripping and cold, is like an elf falling into the dust, dancing and singing lightly, but ethereal. When the autumn wind blows, the coolness suddenly rises. I couldn't help making a cup of hot tea. I quietly watched the leaves slowly stretch their posture in the smoke, smelling the faint tea fragrance and sipping gently. The heat flow dispelled the coolness, but my thoughts became more and more dense with the rain. Autumn night is the most heartbreaking. The edge is as deep as the sea. As I said: No matter how hard I try to catch up, I just stay behind you, and I can't catch up with your footsteps after all.

Because autumn has arrived, there is a faint sadness in my heart. Maybe all this is just a fragment of my association, related to myself and connected with my heart.

The fallen leaves in the north render a tragic atmosphere! The fallen leaves are dyed golden yellow or even scarlet. The first thing that may fall is just two pieces, like a golden butterfly with two broken souls. But then, there was a golden red shower. Then, a golden red carpet was laid under the tree. On this carpet, the iron is cast like that. Bare and scattered trunks and branches pierce the high blue sky and faint clouds.

Falling leaves come back to the roots, just like I left you, but I still look at you from a distance, your joys and sorrows.

In the morning, I came to the park. I found that the trees in the park were not as lush as before, and the leaves fell all over the floor. When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground dance with the wind, just like beautiful butterflies. Some fallen leaves on the ground have withered; Some have just fallen, and there is still a trace of green; Others fell off a few days ago and were eaten by insects for several holes.

When autumn comes again, I am accompanied by loneliness, and when autumn comes again, I am more or less separated and aggregated.

Sadness always floats down with the autumn leaves, and once promises and vows have become somewhat bleak.

The dust of years mixed with frost will also wither hope. Just like the arrival of late autumn, the cold wind swept away, the leaves were bustling and suddenly lonely.

Autumn comes with the sound of fallen leaves, and the morning is fresh as dew. The sky exudes soft light, clear and ethereal, which makes people want to listen to the soaring songs of larks, just like looking at the blue sea and thinking of seeing a white sail. Sunset is the wings of time. When it flies away, it will spread out for a while. So dusk.

It is no longer bright green, but yellow. It has lost its former youth, only aging. Maybe you will say it is ugly, because it has become a stain on the beauty of nature. However, I said it was beautiful. It is old now, but it was once brilliant. Now it will melt into the earth and become dirt. It will also nurture young trees and old trees to make their leaves more brilliant in the future.

In autumn, what falls is loneliness, fallen leaves, sadness and autumn leaves, which represent the love that can't be left. Falling in front of my eyes one by one, just like the passing of happiness.

When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought of the teachers who were sweating. They taught us to thrive with the spring breeze. When I see fallen leaves, I think autumn should not be sad. When I see fallen leaves, I think of the cleaner. They are unknown, but they are doing extraordinary work in ordinary posts. When I saw the fallen leaves, I thought a lot.

The autumn wind is bleak and cool, rolling up long yellow sand, and the withered Ye Er flies with it. Pieces like butterflies, like elves, floated in the sky for a long time and refused to fall. For a long time, it lay quietly on the ground again, telling the sad silence alone. Everything was so quiet. I didn't hear the joy of harvest, I didn't see the fruitful results, and I couldn't imagine that this was the autumn I was waiting for. In this autumn, the only thing I am afraid of is only fallen leaves! Ben said that the melody of autumn was tense and radical, but he couldn't understand its rhythm, which was more like helplessness and melancholy in Autumn Moon in Han Palace. I thought autumn was pleasant and picturesque, but what was real was bare branches and sparse trees.

The fallen leaves hurried by. But I can't imagine the last threshold of the end of life, after all, what is behind. But I think that every tree of life near it will fly out the last leaf at the last moment.

Fallen leaves float to the invisible world and fall into silence. Nothing can save a fallen leaf and make it return to the branches and remain fresh. This is a passage, a natural process. It will eventually go deep into the soil, turn into silt and nourish another new life, which is its own continuation and transcendence, and it is also the eternity of the beautiful moment of fallen leaves.

Yellow leaves, one piece, two pieces, float gently on the water, like countless boats, slowly swing away with the wind.

Some people say that autumn leaves are like winter snow. In spring, snow will turn into water, water into steam, then into rain or snow, and return to the ground. In this way, snow will always surround the ground in some form. Today's autumn leaves can't seem to complete the same cycle as snow. The rustling of leaves when the wind blows them off is the last conversation between leaves and trees. It will be carried away by the wind, or burned by people, with tears in the blazing fire and reduced to ashes.

Look, leaves are falling, some are flying like butterflies, some are flying like birds, and some are spinning like dancers. I ran over and reached out to catch one, ha, like a golden boat. Maybe it fell because it wanted to throw itself into the arms of the river. I gently put it into the river. The river spouted as if clapping. The ship gave me a gentle spin, said goodbye to me and began its interesting voyage.

At this moment, a peach-shaped leaf fell in front of me, and I held it in my hand and thought: Maybe the Monkey King accidentally knocked off the small peach tree while stealing. As soon as it fell to the ground, it became a small leaf. I put it under my nose and smelled it, as if it really smelled of peaches!

The falling rain makes the leaves tremble. The trees that once brought us harvest have left lonely branches under the destruction of wind and rain.

Fallen leaves, some like boats sailing in the wind, some like acrobats tumbling down, and some like hovering gliders.

The wind whirled around the earth, dreaming, shuttling between cities more than once, like a broken kite, like a lost child. Holding a transparent body that will be blown by the wind, flying with the fallen leaves, always insisting on the interval with time.

The weather in late autumn is even colder. The leaves are yellow and fall on the ground like a yellow carpet, but the camphor tree can't bear to wither, and it is quite independent in the cold autumn.

Cho, she's long gone. When the first snow comes, life in autumn is over, because it has never been so short. She left, taking nothing with her, leaving nothing behind.

The tranquility and dreams in autumn are not chasing glitz, but quiet, quiet and faint.

Ordinary green leaves make me realize: even if you can't make beautiful flowers, why not make a pure and noble green leaf? Life should be like this, green, vigorous, humble and diligent.

Flying leaves visited red sorghum, greeted yellow corn and congratulated green cabbage on leaving footprints everywhere in the field.

Leaves turn into butterflies and fall from the sky, drawing a beautiful arc. At that moment, it saw the beauty of the world, heard the call of birds and completed its mission.

There are several ginkgo trees along the road, which used to be covered with small green fans. Under the touch of autumn wind, the color gradually changed from green to yellow. Pick up thin fans, some with green vertical stripes; Some edges are yellow, the middle is light green, the whole leaves are yellow and green, and some have khaki vertical stripes, which feel like delicate skin and are very comfortable.

A breeze blew, leaves fell and danced in the air, like singing and dancing in the air.

Compared with maple leaves, ginkgo in autumn is not inferior. The fan-shaped shape has a unique taste. Some ginkgo leaves are separated from the middle and split in two. Ginkgo biloba leaves seem to know that the cold wind is coming in autumn and winter, so they put on green spring clothes and a thick golden warm coat, which shines in the sun. If you smell Ginkgo biloba leaves, a kind of fragrance from the earth, you will feel relaxed and happy.

A gust of wind blew, and several small sharp corners of the leaves swayed, much like a baby's small palm! Smooth leaves, very soft, with small jagged edge, won't sting your hands. There is a little yellow and green in the middle of the red Ye Er, like countless dazzling rubies hanging between your fingers.

In autumn and October, many leaves turn yellow. In the wind, those naughty lobular dolls fly down, making the earth more beautiful! In this beautiful season, I can't help but put down my books and walk into this colorful fairy tale.