Beginning of autumn, the time was somewhat unprepared fast. Suddenly the temperature also dropped seven or eight degrees, a cool night.Embroidery Lake Park is still the same lively, orchestral dance, Hong Chang Greensleeves. Not the same as the clear lake Tao has more and deeper wrinkles. Lake full of floating pieces of willow. Yiwu City Or the original kind of gentle tip fiber, but has not the kind of green for the day. Spring is gone, summer is fast too, syphilis eventually also will grow old.

I originally liked the autumn, because the fascination with a "mature" thing is called, it is synonymous with fall. So, I would like the autumn. Before the fall season, I always have a harvest expectations, golden color and the kind of feeling heavy, it is my favorite. Yiwu Market In my eyes, the fall did not spring that confusion and chaos, not the kind of anxiety and publicity summer, no winter, the kind of bleak and cold, there is a more clear, clean, quiet, elegant.

Cool of the night. Zende there is a loss? Because syphilis seen wandering? Or because there is no waiting for? I do not know. May know, Yiwu Futian Market just pretend not to know. In the early autumn night, in fact, what it is related to the same last year, or the tree that lights the water. But what they are not the same. Sometimes I think to ask the tree: the leaves go when you have a sad feeling sometimes like to ask the leaves Tree to let go when you think there is nostalgia for these, can not help but smile Maybe this is another waiting, as lamp embroidered Xianchou of fiber shadow.

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