the protagonist of the autumn.

Qiuchong roar, sing the main theme of the fall, or solo, or roar, harmonious and beautiful. Different life, in the autumn grass, singing fierce sing, sing the cheerful sound, with sections affectionate, but also with a bit of fun, how much dedication, hard to play the protagonist of the autumn.

I listened quietly Dream beauty pro, listening to the soul of the song this autumn, the mood has spread along with the music, as if into the sound of nature, into the tranquility of nature into this. Silent night, somewhat dreamily Xinmi, no car noise, no hubbub of the city, calm water. Daily rush, few of this peace, this rare silence, not loneliness, but enjoying, enjoying some peace, some quiet.

No Internet, no listening to music Dream beauty pro, rare simply to sit quietly, listen to the sound of harmony of nature. At the moment of calm, with no distractions. Quietly, remembering some of the things gentle, careful thinking about some of the stories of life. Looking back, I look back on happy times or sad years. Time can be traced back to his childhood, his youth, his youth, until middle age. Time goes by quietly, gently glide, the brow, eyes, and the originator. Floral transitory man, tipsy hazy, misty mind.

This quiet, has been the pursuit of their own, this pure Dream beauty pro, is my dream, I did not expect tonight, actually even get the quiet. For a long time, knowing his heart impetuous, lack of precipitation share of years, lost much of my quiet mind. Shallow creek, in the hope toward the river, toward the river, but in this way, in the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, it will be lost. Osmanthus fragrance filled the air, Qiuchong gongs, safely sitting in some sense, in my mind, but also quiet wet eyes. I do not know when, deep in the hearts of many words, too many emotions, learned to hide, learned to camouflage. Walking the Red, quietly appreciate the Subway life.

Quiet night, the wind blowing gently, sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance surrounded me, and Qiuchong playing, still continue. Ripples of light slid eyebrows landscape, mouth is corrugated dough. I think of the phrase, "The best of your heart is not swagger Zhike, but silent roots deep in the ground, is not fooled by all the earth, only the pursuit of their simplicity and rich."