文/飞鱼 每到秋的时节，我就会记起那些小时光，在脑海里挥之不去。——题记 我在等待 ，黎明的光拉长了我的影子在初升的红日海边 。 潮起潮落，听大海最澎湃呐喊的自然之音。
我向远方遥望，寂寥的行走在无人的丛林。 秋的落叶纷飞，随微风轻舞于大地的怀抱 。 静静地秋 ，载着我的思绪远离了夏的热烈。 没有雨，没有艳阳高照，整日整日的阴天和多云。 我不会因为天气的原因有所善变 ，我的生活照旧。日子一如继往 。
生活无限的充满悲喜 ，轮回交替 。看淡了月高风清，昨日烟花盛放。今时萎靡了一地残花。 静秋，没有人声鼎沸 ，唯那些许的背影婆娑 。 往事如烟，寂寥淡漠之后留下的伤感难过谁人品尝？ 本不愿活在尘世，许多不愿提及的伤痛只有自己懂。 没有许多知心朋友 ，多的是认识但不曾说话的人，所以陌生，依然孤单。 曾经不想如此般存在，日子悄悄流逝 ，带走城市的梦 。 许下的愿望在时光的轮回里让现实破碎，一不小心便偏离了轨道。 如若不在这金色的秋季归乡，我如何也看不到田野里丰硕的果实。 十月是金色的 ，秋高气爽，田地里满是丰盈的笑脸，等待为主人奉上收获的惊喜 。 在这不冷不热的季节里 ，不悲不喜。不去想那些曾让我感到无望的期待和希冀的梦。一日日在流年岁月里成长，唱着不想长大，却一不小心就长大了。面对身边陌生的面孔习以为常 。当我熟悉了这些脸孔 ，洞悉了这个世界的繁华与美丽，多的是欣慰和赏析。原来， 你也在这里。我便可以安然的一笑 。 与你相遇的那一刻便是命运不置可否的注定。谁也不曾想到 ，时隔多年，未曾再见的脸孔依旧不变。莫名的夜里，翻开抽屉里存放已久的信件，那懵懂的少年时代留下的点点墨痕记载了无知年华里最真实的情愫 。朴实真诚的话语 ，歪歪扭扭的字体，写满少年时代关于爱最原始的细节。眼泪溢出，全是感动。 不再需要等待 ，多少个十月，多少个静静地秋去春来，多少次悲欢离合 。情感在流年的时光里舞醉 ，生命在一点点慢慢的老去，不变的追忆和思念却深藏在心底。无法忘却。 今天，暖阳明媚的照耀着大地 。我犹如兴奋的小鸟自由的翱翔。 今夜 ，月光醉人，我沉迷于这宁谧的夜空，思绪绵延。
Jingqiu October, the flowers are like this
Wen / Flying fish every time the festival, I will remember those small lights, can't swell in my mind. - Remember that I am waiting, the light pulling my shadow in the red day of the first rising. The tide of the tide, listening to the natural sound of the most shouting in the sea.
I look at the distance, and the lonelie walks in the unmanned jungle. The fall of the autumn flew, and the breeze danced in the arms of the earth. Quietly autumn, carrying my thoughts away from the summer enthusiastic. There is no rain, no sun is high, the whole day, the sun and cloudy. I won't have a good change because of the weather, my life is old. The day is just going.
The city is full of busy figure. Every time she is in the position of the job, she does not have a free traveler who travels in the mountains. Only my life that stars this change.
Unlimited life is full of sadness, reincarnation alternate. Look at the high winds of the moon, and the fireworks yesterday. This is sluggish in this place. Silent autumn, no one is full, only those back shadows. The past is like smoke, who is sad after the loneliness, is it difficult to taste? I don't want to live in the world, and many pains who are unwilling to mention are only to understand. There are not many people who know how to know but don't talk, so strange, still alone. I didn't want to exist soar, the days quietly passed, took away the dream of the city. The desire to make a reality is broken in the time of time, and it is unwind to the track. If you are not in this golden autumn, I can't see the fruit of the field in the field. October is golden, the autumn is cool, the field is full of smiles, waiting for the hostess to gain a surprise. This is not coldInadvertent season, it is not sad. Don't think about those dreams that I have disappeared and hopeful. I grew up in the years, and I didn't want to grow up in the years. I didn't care. Faced with strange faces around you often. When I am familiar with these faces, I have a bustling and beauty of this world, and I am gratified and appreciation. It turns out that you are here. I can laugh at it. The moment with you is that the fate is not deprived. No one thought that after many years, the face did not see again did not change. In the inexplicable night, the long-awaited letters in the drawer, the little ink leaving the juvenile era recorded the most authentic feelings of the in knowing. Simple words, 歪歪 twisting fonts, write full of juvenile age about love the most original details. Tears overflow, all touched. No longer need to wait, how many October, how many times, quietly, so many times, how many times is joys and sorrows. Emotional dreams in the time of the year, life is a little slow, the unchanged memories and thoughts are deep in the heart. Unable to forget. Today, warm sun is shining. I am like excited birds who are free to fly. Tonight, the moon drunk, I am addicted to this quiet night sky, thoughts.
Text / Flying Fish (Original QQ: 329720036)