Xinjiang Li Huiyan
First coast Autumn in the depths of the season gradually on the golden color warm for a long time the farmer's dream let all the quiet past become no longer distant and the sound of the water full of sad look let the sparse tree shadow more than a few acacia is who call drunk this thin and transparent ballad curled up in the palm of the gentle began to grow a trace of rustic waiting as once walked the path always haveA dense memory of the sound of the trumpet has become simple only the flowing train under the blue sky is still dancing in the love of the sun let a story, a plot so silently across the original coast
Read the grassland in autumn The waves of the tide still play on the strings of the wind some days in the turn of the moment vivid years of the legend of thousands of years and was hard to find that string of notes but in the eyes of the touch of stiff up the pigeon flying on the balcony can not take the deep blessing of the leisurely evening wind let the soul tremble become black and blue, lazy petals are still in the look forward to bloom why did not wade in the footsteps of oneA kind of emotion can not stop there is a bell reverberating in the hollow of the wall for a long time at dusk who is the romantic arm vivid pen painted sky if not all the commitment has become a piece of words how to use a lifetime of love to interpret the height of life if not all the lights have become fragmented how to use a lifetime of flying to read the autumn grassland
Autumn edge When all the light gradually dim in the overlook, the dream lost on the edge of autumn is like the broken words that have been lost. There are always some attachments drifting in the long journey. Just want to sit quietly on the opposite side of the season listening to the crickets from the wilderness facing the arrival of the village who is still praying prayfully when the cycle of walking slowly on the leaves, you can feel that there is a call swaying in the autumn windThe ripples of music sway the love broken by chrysanthemums in the courtyard. The ships in the harbor have been waiting for you for a long time. Why can't the sweet charm of piccolo play occupy all the yearning smiles
Every note is missing Standing in the landscape of time, the song pulsates in the flowing blood. I see my father's staggering back as if the wave of a distant journey has illuminated every road of life again and again. The oath planted in the moonlight has been gently lifted by someone. A blue bird has skimmed across the spreading waters. I see my mother's curved back like the gaze of a village flickering between the increasingly cold words and the fingers of the rainy season trembling by the tideShishio wet dream like a ray of cool autumn wind in my watch platform look out so that the wind and the longing to become no longer gentle curl up smoke in this season no longer lost the way home is you affectionately invited into the autumn faded tribe each string of notes are miss blooming flowers each bunch of stars are beautiful lines of the night sky
Address: Audit Bureau of the Sixth Division of Xinjiang Corps Li Huiyan Pen name: Die Yancan Postcode: 831300 QQ:
